Stream of Consciousness
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“Tell each other stories”
“So when do you think you’ll publish a book?” he asks. There’s nothing condescending hiding within his voice, but his weasel smile still angers me. There are times when I want to trust him, but this isn’t one of them. The knowledge of what he’s capable isn’t lost on me. I know better than to Continue reading
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First Day of Autumn
An egg sits alone. An egg sits alone in a nest. An egg sits alone in a nest which is tucked upon the branches of an oak tree that shoots up from the middle of the yard. This tree, which houses the nest in which the lone egg sits, towers high above the other trees. Continue reading
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Everyone Likes to Pretend
You’re out there. Somewhere. Staring at the cursor blinking on the blank page, struggling to string thoughts into words into sentences into paragraphs. Maybe it’s morning, afternoon, midnight. A beer, a whisky, a tumbler of water, or a piping hot tea set to one side of you laptop or desktop computer. Apple of Chromebook or Continue reading
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A dream or nightmare
There wasn’t much to it. At least not in the end. The various pills and elixirs scattered and spilled on the floor mixed in the piss and vomit. Torrent of tears from mothers with Rosary-wrapped hands held in prayer to a god that wasn’t there while the altar boys knelt to pleasure Father Jesus. The Continue reading
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Thought Release (Pay this no mind)
Wake up look me in the eyes again I need to feel your hand upon my face Words can relay nice They can cut you open And the silence surrounds you and hunts you I think I might’ve inhale you I could feel you behind my eyes You gotten into my bloodstream I could feel Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 