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What The Pangs Are For
There it is again, that pang in my chest that quickly melts into my gut before making its way back up and to my skull. It use to come every few weeks, until weeks turned into months. I can’t remember exactly the last time I felt it, but it’s been a very long time. Perhaps […]
These Walls
December 20, 2011
If I were these walls, I would crackle at my corners and leak from my tops. Every day that brought rain would mean flooding your floors until you had to swim from end to end. When the puddles dried and the rain ceased, I would harbor the festering mold behind my sterile coating. When the […]
Ring, Bullet, or Match
August 9, 2010
From the prompt: “In your pocket: A ring, a bullet and a match. In the diner, you hold your breath. Write this scene.” I am in the diner, holding my breath, not at all ready to make this decision. We’re not ready to make this decision. Isn’t this why we’re so disastrously beautiful in the […]
Breakfast at Reception
August 6, 2010
On any other morning, he could walk through those glass doors and she wouldn’t take any special notice. He would appear on her peripheral radar where for a few moments he would be held in the queue until she finished her present business. But on this day, she gave him all of her attention right […]
Remotely Remote
August 3, 2010
When she’s through with me she tosses me aside, not caring where I land. As usual, I’m left with greasy fingerprints and pangs of disregard. I lay here, face down, dreaming about others who would appreciate my function. The middle aged man who would cradle me at night, thumb at the ready, never prepared to […]
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