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Love and Factitious Fascinations (#fiction)

What do you do when a dying friend invests in your business? Continue reading

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On an Emergent Awareness of Impending Death (#fiction #prose #essay)

V Sometimes life just smacks you in the face. You’re just minding your own business and out of nowhere comes a big punch to the gut, or, yeah, a slap to the face or whatever. This mostly happens when you’re … Continue reading

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The Sad Solipsism of Suicide by Cop (#fiction #prose)

When good kids go bad. Continue reading

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The Lustful Ignominy of Death (#prose #fiction)

An obnoxious funeral for a man of quiet dignity. Continue reading

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Awkward Beginnings and Assorted Insecurities (#fiction)

II He wasn’t a virgin. He had definitely had sex more than once before and with more than one person, which was just another way of saying she was the third person on his sexual resume. He had enough experience … Continue reading

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Texas Tornadoes and the Power of Prayer (#NaPoWriMo)

Oh, Good Lord, y’all, I thank we better git in the house. That sky is darker than Brother Jimmy’s sermon last Sunday, and it’s flashing like a God-damned disco. It’s gonna be a gully washer, all right, but Ronnie’s got … Continue reading

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Galena Park Memories (a story)

“Hey, Kenneth! You gotta birthday comin’ up, dontcha?” one of them blurted from the end of the counter. “Yessir,” came the diffident reply. “I think I’m gonna buy you a tractor. You think you’d like that?” the boisterous interrogation continued. … Continue reading

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Writing Through Illness and Grief Group

While mourning his daughter Tullia, Cicero took to writing a book of self-consolation. Thinking himself the inventor of this type of self-help, he said, “Why, I have done what no one has done before, tried to console myself by writing … Continue reading

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