Cherrypicked stories
Forgotten Souls

I see you late at night, as daylight’s candle flickers out, empyrean canvas painted black, stars of alabaster speak in hushed tones. Moonlight beams...
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Horror In The Smallest Room

I am a novelist. I do not exorcise bathrooms. Your're offering how much? Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
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Corona Log- Wed. February 24, 2021
Corona Log- Wed. Feb. 24, 2021 It is a delightfully cool 62 degrees, here in SW Florida this morning. The heat will be returning in a few days, so we...
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Friday nights
Staring at a plane with you in awe As if we had never seen one Or been on one before And couldn’t even dream how that might feel Like watching moon...
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For Whom The Heart Tolls

The finite rhythm of the heart
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My New Nemesis

It was small wonder that I was continually nursing a boil somewhere on my bottom...
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Ross and John do a robbery
I once stole a bicycle but it turned out it belonged to somone whose bicycle made them unhappy. All day they'd cycle to a job they didn't like, a...
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Goodbye

He says ‘goodbye’ to me in magnetic letters on the fridge. Just that. A green G, a red O, a blue O, a yellow D, a blue B, an orange Y, a yellow E. And when I look inside, he’s cleaned it out, walked off with the leftover chicken, and my coconut smoothies, and the juice, and my cheese snacks.
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Ginny. Part 1. The Great Cup Diver

Ginny. Part 1. The Great Cup Diver. Ginny’s father dived into a cup for a living. The cup itself was rather larger than the one that appeared on the...
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deer
i used to cross slow growing moss swells by tree masts, tossing, lichen rigged, see in the distance dragon wings, folded into hills. But now, words'...
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To the sea

Whenever I go to the sea, I feel changed. (Wikimedia image)
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The Kindness of Kasmir

“Yes, my dear girl, this is life now. We will never fit in, only get used to it. The trouble is, we are square pegs in a round hole.”
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Twenty Flight Rock

Sing-Sing. I am taken away down into the darkness. I see the faces of my loved ones who can do so little. What is happening is legal, certified,...
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Holding
One daybreak it will be gone. This moon river breakfast epiphany that revels within its moment. Someone will say a kind word - or I will hear music...
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Letters (After One's Name)

I have friends and relations with letters after their name
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Craven Gets Flashed X

As Jenny Wilkins was about to pull away from the curb — in what can only be described as a wing and a prayer on wheels —- there was a load rap on her...
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There You Are

Moloney set off northwards again, up Steever Hill, which was by all accounts a much easier hill to ascend, with numerous paths running down it like...
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Craven Gets Flashed IX

“It’s starting to snow, FDR. Those ladies better hurry. My tires don’t like getting their feet wet anymore than I do. And downtown’s a long way to go...
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