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She picked left. No reason. The trail forked where she stood — not a real fork, just the loop continuing in both directions — and she picked left...

Joe This morning Hodges tells me I’m on triceratops. I don’t do triceratops I say and he says you don’t do triceratops there’s a million other smart-...

She didn't run. She should have run. The Civic was sixty yards ahead and the stroller was built for jogging and her legs had been running twenty...

The walls were doing it again. Not moving — she wasn't that far gone. But the apartment had a way of pressing inward at four o'clock, when the blinds...

You Glow You glow with love for me. Accepting all I give, never questioning if I love. I don’t. T ears F all Tears fall like rivers of pain...

Have you lost your cheer? Oh dear! Because of what you think is near? Well I bear good news that you must hear, and I aim to make it very clear. That...

A tale of recklessness and good fortune.

Eating food is a reason to be cheerful, and the pleasure I get from it is something I’ve attempted to celebrate here in the style of Ian Dury and The Blockheads. If you know their work you could perhaps sing along with my words.

Mother Of Sight by Paul McCann Mother Of sight you helped me to see things I couldn’t understand . Mother Of sight I was blinded by grief until you...