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Goodbye Terence Stamp

He was very talented and he has died at the age of 87. After living for many years, he died and went to Heaven. His best performance was that of '...

The Stench (Pt. 3)

To be clear, this story is posted in three immediate parts and was not written with the intention of being segmented. If you want to read it all, every part should be available now. This story is primarily about the moral and physical degradation brought by extractive coal companies in New Mexico, but I also consider it an allegory for some types of desire that, if explained, may overcommunicate my intention for the piece without letting it speak for itself. This final part is also substantially shorter than the other two, which are available in the larger collection.

The Stench (Pt. 2)

To be clear, this story is posted in three immediate parts and was not written with the intention of being segmented. If you want to read it all, every part should be available now. This story is primarily about the moral and physical degradation brought by extractive coal companies in New Mexico, but I also consider it an allegory for some types of desire that, if explained, may overcommunicate my intention for the piece without letting it speak for itself.

The Stench (Pt. 1)

To be clear, this story is posted in three immediate parts and was not written with the intention of being segmented. If you want to read it all, every part should be available now. This story is primarily about the moral and physical degradation brought by extractive coal companies in New Mexico, but I also consider it an allegory for some types of desire that, if explained, may overcommunicate my intention for the piece without letting it speak for itself.
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The time I tried acupuncture

The practitioner was a Romanian woman, about my age, with jet-black hair and a round, sweet face that carried a natural compassion. Before our...
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Jesus saw, He called; He sees, He calls

Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Matthew* sitting at his stall – Jesus saw him in the crowd. Short Zacchaeus** heard his call – seen by Jesus up a tree. Sees with …

Her special clothes

On the bathroom floor — in those special clothes she picked out to impress that one girl. She will never get to ask her name, all because of the...
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Puppy - Part 3

Two years ago, I went into debt to try to save you. But you passed away anyway, it's sad and it's true. I paid thirteen hundred dollars with my...
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"Willow's Missing Tail" 31

Martha couldn’t help Willow, not until sunrise, so with a worried heart she went back and picked up the two teacups. She walked on to the kitchen...
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The Vale - Chapter 6

‘What?’ I laughed nervously, then shrugged and said, ‘I don’t have anything like that.’ Adam shook his head. ‘Of course we don’t need a pass, we’re...
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thundering sea

listen to the hymns of silence hear the whispering thunder bringing tidings of hope & joy tidings of love & of peace from far burn fires of...

A Second Chance

A Second Chance Hearing a Corella cry as it flies across grey skies, Anticipating the squall, clear showers of life. Gutters flow from Heaven to...
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On the verge of awakening

The first time it happens, a man falls from a ladder. It's in a bookstore. One with high walls and wide ceilings. The bookcases are cherry wood, the...

Easing Into Your New Beginning

Easing Into Your New Beginning As the volcano surges and regurgitates on impulse, sending an eruption into a moment with seemingly no end. Toward the...

On making love, part two

Love, We are energy. We are mostly energy when we are perfectly still. Be still. Be still. And silent, listen. Feel your energy, we are One

Roadkill V2

I wrote this about 8 years ago (the original version), as a bit of a joke for my father. It was based on the melody of Josh Turner's "Your Man."...
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Famine - For Real

The sinking sun is now undone, the sky is fading red and shadows prowl neath cloak and cowl for midnight lies ahead. Beyond the heap, the honchos...
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Musing on a cigarette

Ahem. Ahem. My favourite drug of them all. It came from Mexico to my rolling finger and thumb. To my soft lips. I breathe it in, and out, I give it...
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