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Took a look at the flash Friday prompts. I snorted. I do that sometimes, I snort. This is 2014, sexism, racism, cataclysm (you caught me, that was a sesame street thing) aren’t gone we just have ...

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Appreciate the notes on the last entry and am a bit embarrassed, I was shooting for poking a bit of fun at the idea of a grief counselor with just a dash of I-might-be-losing-my-shit-on-other-fro...

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In the cool of the morning I ventured out to the MSU clinic to pick up my mom’s prescriptions. Even mad-dogs and Englishmen don’t venture into the humid midday swamp. I’m pretty good with dogs, b...

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This is an entry about a character very much like myself who lives vicariously through his own fiction based on events that have happened or will happen; this is a diary. It was supposed to a be ...

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The hunting party crouched by the fire. The chief had built this fire among the rocks where the wind would not tempt it and where the prey could not see it. His two sons and one other man sat aro...

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“Love is a dog.” She scowled, wrapped her cowl tighter around her neck. “Yes, it drinks from the toilet bowl, chews meat from the bone and sucks the marrow, humps your leg and licks its own ass...

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The delicate bones of Barky, the dwarf lop-ear, stuck up through the shoe box and the shallow earth like the mast of a ghost ship. My daughter’s cheeks were wet, but for a long time we just knelt...

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My father was the smartest man I knew and gregarious in this. He was not just a professor, he was a teacher; it was a rare and precious gift, a passion to instill critical thought into generation...

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My father passed away in his sleep this afternoon.

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I am unfit for public consumption. My brother set up a memorial website for my father and in my blurb somewhere I said something to the effect of ---Not to speak dead of the ill. Just saying. W...

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He drank strong spirits. He spat and swore. In late Autumn his brother would pull up in his battered f150 and the two of them would drive north, a few days later coming back with venison or a sto...

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“Urban Voodoo.” It’s the little things that turn the screw, strip the threads of romance until it becomes that ugly R word; relationship. Relationship has fifty pounds all around the hips and as...

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“Bling blang hammer with my hammer Zingo zango sawing with my saw …” The boy-child cooed, the man brushed the child’s nose lightly with his forefinger. Fat little baby paws grasped at the man’...

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You know that old saw Truth is Stranger than fiction? It’s redundant. Strange shit is stranger than less strange shit and that measuring stick is in the pants of the beholder, unless, of course, ...

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“Objection!” “Sustained, please rephrase.” The attorney scratched his head, looked toward the jury. The top branches of a flowering plum came midway to the windows behind the twelve peers. A go...

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Neglect. No, hang on, negligence. Naw, just wanted to start something with a word I don’t start things off with. I had a week, lawd, a powerful week, a powerful and weak week. A bunch of things ...

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Read this interview with a Greek doctor who has been doing e-cigarette studies. He’s still setting up the protocols and whatnot and there isn’t anything hard and fast in his answers, but it sound...

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Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing --- the song that’s been rattling around my brain pan, I think I stripped the threads. It’s not even the lyric I’m most prone to th...

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“Jesus! You ok? Jesus!” “You can’t shake the devils hand and say you’re only kidding.” “Are you high? Shit. Sit down let me get some iodine, how deep …? What the hell happened?” She sat down h...

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I love you; For your terrible fury For raging against the dawn I love you as the first woman. I love you; For your flaws For your blind spot I love you as a dog loves the hunt. It’s said ...

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Sorry y’all. After reading notes from last entry --- I have to see a doc every six months whether I need to or not. It was one of those things. I wouldn’t have gone for allergies. All things cons...

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Everything tastes stale and the band is going home and when did you stop loving me? If the carnival comes to town I’m packing a tent and signing on as a barker. There’s nothing for me here. Huh...

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“… Love you more than madness more than dreams upon the sea …” She stepped on the brakes a little too hard, I might have been dreaming. “Sorry,” she slurred, “cruise control.” “S’awright, wher...

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The pressure bandage is soaked through. Perversely I look as I’m punching overdrive through a red light in a residential neighborhood. My focus is pretty narrow and sharp; if I get pulled over th...

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“Sir you can’t come in here.” “You shouldn’t tell me that.” “Sir, you’re covered in blood.” “My point exactly, for all you know I just whacked a busload of nuns for … telling me I can’t come i...

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