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For years, decades, the Lost Things were my minor muse. Eminently recognizable, impossible to grab a hold of. There is a type of poem that is mostly just a grocery list, words inter-connected by ...

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Once the gloves come off, the lips have been bit and the promises tossed, someone is going to walk away and someone is going to lay there. Doesn’t matter whether it’s on asphalt or Egyptian cotto...

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This isn’t a flash. It’s a rough draft of an idea. I’m not even sure I like the narrator or his character. I think, however, there’s a short story in here somewhere with the idea. If I revisit it...

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Blood on the court “It was me, I wrote random numbers on your walls.” “I’m on fire.” “I’m glad.” “I love you too.” And they embraced among the cacti, miles away a Joshua tree clumped and nor...

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Another avoidance entry. How I look at flash prompts. Please, not a tutorial or even suggestions, just what I do with them. Blood on the court. Let’s say that’s the prompt. The first thing I th...

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Ok so I’ve been watching this popular show, teenage drama kind, too grossly formulaic to even use the name so I can type I Will Deny It In Public, and, though it’s been cliché out of the “cough c...

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… Girls comb their hair in the rearview mirror And the boys try to look so hard … --- Springsteen It was a big hit in the day. Springsteen had dirt under his nails. Several years back when Tipp...

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I’m beat down. I mean I woke up this way. Hmmm, maybe that way. Maybe woke is too past tense, I’m waking up that way. It seems like I should be chain smoking; stress, pain, smoke my old friend. E...

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We called her ice storm. Ok, I called her ice storm, it doesn’t matter what the other pricks called her, I’d chosen my lot and being part of the pricks made me a prick in the singular. I’m sure t...

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This is my take on flashes, short fiction, not running naked through the commons. My take on running naked through the commons is; go for it, it’ll look good on your resume. I’ll come at it sidew...

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A few billion years ago (maybe just a decade or two) there was this band called morphine; a three piece, bass, baritone sax and, shit, I don’t remember, a piano would make sense, maybe a guitar. ...

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“Have you accepted Jesus Christ into your heart?” “Have you had another person’s shit on your hands?” The back of a greyhound at night. Maybe the back of every greyhound. It used to be you coul...

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I could start off bitching. I won’t. Little ashamed of myself for getting jacked up in the first. You really should treat demented old folks like dogs; do NOT bap them on the nose with a newspape...

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There’s a long distance train Driving through the rain Tears on the letter I write There a woman I long to touch And I’m missing her so much But she’s drifting like a satellite --- A song by...

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There’s an old joke about seventh day Adventists (don’t worry it’s not mean); Q) Why shouldn’t seventh Adventists engage in sex? A) It leads to smoking. It’s kind of funny, or, perhaps real f...

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Kingdom of dirt, pencil lead, sway “It’s all about pattern recognition” Joe grunted, tossing a shovel of dirt. “Ok” I tried not to say shit when I had nothing to say and there wasn’t any reas...

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I used to make mix tapes with songs of days of the week, was always surprised there were as many as there were for Tuesday. No one Thanks God It’s Tuesday, no one lives for Tuesday Night, it’s ne...

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I just watched some movie about some shit or the other. It was good; it had that one guy that you always think is that other guy but he’s not. My ejuice habit hasn’t gotten Froggy as in “if you’r...

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Today is starting out the same as yesterday. My dad has mobility issues. It might be because they bandaged the living bejesus out of his feet. It may be his literal last legs. I might be stronger...

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I wrote something else, too much keen and mew, bitch and whine, shit and piss (turns out to be literal). My dad is quickly deteriorating and it’s been a bad couple of days. So I let that half wri...

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I’ve got one flash I’m happy with one I’m not, so, um, you know, the fuck. I was going to write a flash and now, with the disclaimer as the lead in I think maybe I won’t. Yesterday was a bad day...

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She would talk to crows; not at them, with them. She would not talk to Purple Martins, not Owls, not the bright red cardinals or the dull dusty cardinals, not jays, or robins; she would talk to c...

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My most sincere apologies. In a day rife with fuck-ups, fuck-tardery and fucking-running/sideways, this adds nothing to the greater good. It’s a contingency flash. Swear I got a real one coming. ...

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It’s late, I’m tired, somewhere in the gray area between loopy and crunchy, and though the guards are still up, those metaphorical things that protect us from people, they seem a bit drunk and th...

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Pete Seeger Died today. He was 94. I've looked up to him ever since I was a kid.

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