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Clearing My Head
I’ve been thinking about going back to school these last few months. [Redacted] just feels like a dead end these days, and even if I were up to getting my MLS, that is the last place I want to use it for. I’m not even sure if the fools in charge are aware of running Continue reading
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This isn’t a post.
“So I heard through the grapevine you’re something of a good writer,” he tells me. It’s a few minutes past eight and I feel the regret making use of the network of veins. It starts at the arm. Spreads up to the heart. Bursts throughout body. Boils up my neck. Ends at my right eye Continue reading
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9-4-9
“Wanna hear how I deal with people like that?” It’s more a statement than a question, but the infliction still escapes my lips as I say it. Force of habit, maybe, but I don’t dwell on it much longer. I have an audience before me and floundering right now means I’ll lose them. Look at Continue reading
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I Just Want to Know You
There’s always a jolt of panic before a reading. I’ve done this hundreds of times in different venues, in front of different faces. It never fails that moments before I even set foot inside the venue, I become a lyric from an Eminem song. A blast of anxiety rushes through my head the moment my Continue reading
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The Ghost Shelf
Sometimes I forget other people have feelings. Sometimes that they’re even human. I awoke to the sound this morning. My world shook and I was ripped from my dream. I’m consumed by whatever madness lives within me. The pressures of just smiling weighing me down. I look in the mirror and see the edges cracking. Continue reading
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Three Dollar Parking Revisited
“This is the year, Freddie,” I said as we lifted the barriers on the truck. It’s been years now that Freddie and I have done this routine. We block off the parking lot, forcing people to pay the three-dollar parking toll. I’m something of an overachiever, though. I was, anyway. This was years ago when Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 