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Showing posts with label 2018. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2018. Show all posts
05 November, 2018

Letters from Trumplandia: Politics and the Phenomenon of Craving

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A.A., like any other organization dedicated to a single idea, has it's own mantras and jingoisms. The Serenity Prayer has been co-o...
13 April, 2018

Most days I want to disappear, but physics hasn’t caught up with me yet ( a draft)

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The centrifugal force required for a total reality shift has yet to be proven mathematically outside Schrödinger’s   Box. T...
02 March, 2018

Something like the face of (draft)

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Ignore the monsters in the shadows. Life is not like your childhood cartoons, and that is not a cape on your back. The st...
16 February, 2018

2 Poems: of journeys and nightmares (draft)

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Everything feels more Better men than me have walked this way. If there is forgiveness to be had first I must drop this old...
26 January, 2018

New Fiction: Thus the congregation says

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I knew something was wrong when Twila gave me the stink eye outside the student union. Divorces are difficult enough. Being young – to...
24 January, 2018

New Fiction: The Duke of Donuts

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Drunks love chocolate. That’s one of the things they don’t tell you before you show up to a meeting. No one told me I should show up ear...
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