Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

First time I killed my father, I’d just turned 20. In some whirlwind of inspiration fueled by Denis Johnson’s Jesus’ Son, I penned a short story I’d later call “David.” He died again after writing an incomplete story about a man getting dressed for his father’s funeral. And again, later that year, about a man …

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It’s so difficult getting into the holiday spirit when there’s a slurring orange dumpster fire currently in charge of the “greatest” country in the world (yet, needs to be made great again, for some odd reason). Impeachment or resignation would be a great present not just for the United States, but for all the world …

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I cleaned the mess I call a room this week. While doing so, I found two short stories that never made it passed the first draft. Both were, oddly enough, titled after Bob Dylan songs. “Not Dark Yet” is about a man who flashes back to his childhood on his way to his father’s funeral. …

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