Monthly Archives: January 2013

Dreams

I dreamt of the end of the world. Waking just as my dream self boarded a rocket off this dying rock. When I woke the house was filled with silence, empty, peaceful. The heater humming as the dawn switched to … Continue reading

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Drinking is the death of memory

(I wrote this for Five Sentence Fiction, The word ‘forgotten’ was the cue, but the submission window closed before I could puzzle out the rules for submittal, so enjoy.) Some people commit suicide, others murder their memories with alcohol. Drinking … Continue reading

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NOLA

Walking down Bourbon street, it’s 9:30 not too late yet, mid January and Mardi Gras is ramping up, so I don’t want to be out too late. I’m drawn to a bar by blues stains flowing into the street. Side … Continue reading

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Artful Life

We build a life in our own way, crafting our lives from the materials we are given. Each piece, a good side and bad. Some construct their life with the good side out. Perfect children, perfect marriage, perfect job, perfect … Continue reading

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Birth of an author

I’m an engineer by trade, writer by grace. Even though I’m no English major, I did win a grammar bee in 5th grade. I bested the curly headed rich kid who’s dad was a professor. It was funnier because I … Continue reading

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Writing is retching of the soul

Writing is like vomiting, you hold back then the words retch forth, over and over again in waves continuing while your soul hurts, finally ceasing when an uneasy truce is called. Then, for awhile, your demons are quiet. And an … Continue reading

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Street drummer

Walking back to my hotel I’m drawn to the hypnotic beat of a street drummer tattooing a plastic bucket. He is not particularly good, just simple rhythms. A panhandler, his hat laying face up, his clothes street dirty. I toss … Continue reading

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