Monthly Archives: March 2013

Cut

The knife presses lightly against my chest, a little pressure, the release of pain, a tiny ruby appears at the tip. Pressing a little harder and drawing the tip from left to right I look down as the furrow fills … Continue reading

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Ashes to ashes…

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I said quietly to no one as I scoped handfuls of red Alabama clay into the small hole onto the sad shrunken carcass, just a matted calico tail escaped the shroud, one of my … Continue reading

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I don’t like to sleep

I don’t like to sleep, I fight it like death. Because it is in a way it is death, death to the day. Sleeping is slipping out on a date, saying you’re going to the bathroom. Sleep is like leaving … Continue reading

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Words Abide

I often think back to the time when books were the center of my universe, which had shrunk down to the size of my gaze. Books were a worm hole to a different place. Places where my world was bigger, … Continue reading

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Lonia

I picked her up on broad street just past the Chattanooga public library, the old warehouse district now home to tall high rise financial and corporate offices, at night the homeless came out, all the business men long gone in … Continue reading

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Southern Night

Walking down broad street in historic Chattanooga, the darkened marque of the Tivoli theater in the distance, streets damp from the rain, a violent spring storm. Earlier that evening, the sun came out for a brief peek. Its that weird … Continue reading

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Raccoon

Today while walking through the covered passage between the buildings at work I saw two raccoons. They were walking the other direction headed towards me between the hedge row and the glass wall of the passage. Hidden from the lunchtime … Continue reading

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