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My stories

Cherry

Homesickness

You know, I’d convinced myself I was actually crazy...this time I’d resigned myself to the fact that I would end up in a strait-jacket by my mid-twenties.
Cherry

A Home-coming

I don't feel particularly prodigal, nor do I really wonder if I'm a lie coming home to roost - I'm past all that.
Cherry

Coming Home

The poetry has dried up as of late, so here's a bit of prose about my last week in Durham.

Full Stop.

It's true: we've co-authored a masterpiece. Our imagery, our perfect symmetry can't be matched - we moved as one entity, attached for so long.

First Snow

Silently, slowly, it crept in to complete the snow globe illusion - begging Petersburg to eat its heart out.

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