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Prose

Observation

2010-02-13 Prose

Hav­ing already caught the girl, she works on. What lay before her is home to bed, together, or over and apart. Still she works on, to catch the girl she’s already caught, one of the guys, lay­ing down the story of Ann’s tit flash, of Joe’s month long birth­day cel­e­bra­tion, back to the tits . […]

Tagged as: awareness, conquest, desire, play

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In Between

2010-02-09 Prose

Here I am among six bil­lions filled with an abid­ing lone­li­ness as I pass through this moment in tran­si­tion from where I was to where I will be. I am in between. In between is one of the three places I have lived my life. The other two are almost there and here, now.
When I am here, now, the time and events are not catalogued […]

Tagged as: change, chicago, place

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A Wonder, Full Blue

2010-01-24 Poetry

On these days, when the sun is out yet the clouds are too, when the air is cool, and the sun is descend­ing toward the point of equinox, while climb­ing toward, or from, mid­day, on these days, at this time, the sound is a won­der­ful blue.

Tagged as: nature

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In Time

2010-01-08 Prose

The day began like all the oth­ers had. Still, these days were dif­fer­ent. Laura worked at devel­op­ing a new habit. The effort great, she dressed for an autumn’s morn­ing and went out to run. With iPod beat­ing to each step, she pushed on through another day. Laura felt a new pain in each day too and ran on despite that know­ing this pain would trans­form the other, in time.

Tagged as: 69er, flash, story

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A Kiss

2010-01-08 Prose

She said, “Don’t touch that.”

“What? I said. I had no idea what she thought I might touch.

“The box on the table.” She said. She was in the front room still. I sup­pose she had heard me come in.

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The Stone of the Sword

2010-01-08 Prose

“Every­one is always talk­ing about the sword. That arro­gant prick. Or they talk about the king. Ha! Both of them are gone now. I’m still here though. I’m still doing what stones are meant to do.
“Sure I’m a bit more worn than I was then. Wear­ing away, bit by bit, that’s a big part of being a stone.
“You […]

Tagged as: dialogue, humor

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