Personal Essay
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I Long to Live the Log Cabin Syrup Life
With the state of the world such as it is, I look to Log Cabin syrup to bring some sense of peace. I guess I always have. I would consider it one of my favorite food packaging labels of all time. “What a lunatic,” someone might say. “Who could possibly find comfort in a bottle… Continue reading
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Albuquerque French Fries
The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always found that to be a bit strange, but maybe it’s not. But I was on the east side of Albuquerque, close to the mountains, when I was suddenly struck with an insatiable desire for French… Continue reading
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Have you heard of not being summer?
I hate summer. Summer is a battle for me. I am like opposite bear and want to hibernate May through August – in a cave of ice, with a frosty mug of A and W root beer, my laptop, and really good internet service. Continue reading
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Have you heard of not being a racist ass clown?
Love is Love. And Hate is Hate. Which way are you going to go? How are you going to get to the disco? In a limo or a tank? Continue reading
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Gwenhwyfar
She came down from the sky on a glowing escalator and I waited for her in the parking lot. But sometimes I think she was maybe there all along, maybe my entire life and I just didn’t see her because they can be invisible. She looks human. She has all the right parts in the… Continue reading
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A SpongeBob a Day Keeps the Isolation at Bay
Most days of the week, I watch an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants with my 20-year-old stepson. It’s his favorite show, and he’s loved it since he was a child. I think he knows the title of every episode and what season it first aired. Continue reading
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Lights and Dreams and Time
Two years straight and it still feels like the very first time I touched her. We drifted off clutching each other tight. Then we turned to sleep, our asses touching, the warmth of her back like a campfire. I listened to her breathe as I looked up at the purple stars of pretend. Continue reading
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The Last Cutting of the Season
The street was fairly quiet save for a few trailing screams of fun and joy bursting forth from the mouths of neighborhood kids down the way. They were wearing candied bullet-proof vests while riding their bikes. A big airplane moaned as it crawled across the sky above me. I watched it until it disappeared. Continue reading
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Have You Heard of a Library?
Has the definition of LIBRARY changed, and nobody told me? I’ve always considered the public library to be a place of quiet solitude where people go to browse books, read, write, do research, study, and surf the internet — among other things — in a distraction-free atmosphere. Apparently, things have changed. Once again, I found… Continue reading
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Have you heard of shutting your face?
I went to the local public library as an experiment in trying to get some peace and quiet so I could get some writing done. It failed miserably. Instead, what I found was a den of inconsideration for the needs of others. I guess that’s no surprise these days. As the running around and wails… Continue reading
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