Personal Essay
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Hello, here are some vacation photos from my honeymoon. (Not those kind of photos)
I don’t think I ever saw an iron ore dock until I was in Marquette. They are huge… Things. I don’t even really know how to describe them. They sort of look like elevated piers in a way but much wider, and they are kind of creepy and imposing. Continue reading
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Hello, today I would like to talk to you about my favorite new television show
Hello, like the title indicates, today I would like to talk to you about my favorite new television show. But before I tell you what it is, I just read that after three seasons, it’s been canceled. I am pissed!! Continue reading
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Hairy Pancakes and a Bad Honeymoon
It was a warm morning in late July when I woke up alone on the wrong side of the world. The bathroom mirror greeted me with a reflection of disorientation, mussed hair, and puffy eyes. I tried to shake myself awake, for this morning I was to meet my bride and have breakfast at the… Continue reading
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Bowie’s Buddha Waffle
I was lying in my bed looking at the white ceiling and listening to the sounds coming from the box fans we have in our room. Neither myself nor my wife can sleep without the sound of the fans. It’s been like that for a very, very long time. Dead silence is the devil. I… Continue reading
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Author’s notes at the edge of daylight
I thought I would do something different today and create a post about the notes I make when thoughts come to me at 5 a.m. and I get up and write them down in a frenzy, so I won’t forget what I was thinking while lying there in bed and worrying about the world and… Continue reading
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Have you heard of not peddling religious texts in a public library?
So, yes, yet again, I was at the damn public library trying to get some writing done. If you are familiar with my other library rants, you’ll know I always seem to run into some kind of trouble or annoying distraction at my local library. Well today was no different as some miniature Ralph Malph… Continue reading
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The Temples of Celestial Evacuation
I floated above the road from out of LipLock, Tejas earlier in the day and headed north, then east. I rumbled along with the roar of it all past that Tulia place again, into the belly of the Yellow City and then back out again like a screaming colon blow. There was a place further… Continue reading
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The Rorschach Puppets Come to Dinner
And there’s a manic man behind a typewriter, his heart in his hands, sweating away in this disillusioned reality fantasy Continue reading
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Have you heard of a cereal bowl that isn’t the size of an ashtray?
I looked at her, pure beauty radiating in the neon glow of the high hotel. “You’re always the positive end of the battery,” I said. “Cereal trouble may have killed me by now if it weren’t for you.” Continue reading
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