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Sixth of January twenty fourteen. All the pulp Science Fiction of the fifties had us either living in caves or in outer space by now. I suppose someone could write a dissertation for a doctorate ...

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“Some folks just ain’t right” I ignored her, ‘Some folks,’ I thought ‘Have to keep talking or they’ll jump right out of their skin.’ I wiped the sweat from my forehead with a dirty rag. It hadn’...

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Miss Saigon, gym class, dangly earrings “Matt, wake up man.” “What? Leave me alone.” “We’re here.” “Where?” “Ansbach. Barton Barracks.” “Oh fuck did I miss Saigon?” “Yeah, by almos...

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Bait shop, belly, spit He leaned out the window, the collar of his Duster flapping in the hot forty mile an hour air conditioning, and spat, leaning out further to see the pattern. “Two blocks ...

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Flash 1 Before the bang was foreplay. Before the bang was the void. Before the bang the blood was on the inside. Man thinks of his life, individually and collectively as a series of foreplay...

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For a debut novel this is more than a little impressive. Characters are vividly drawn, multi-layered, and in one or two cases, compelling. Hogan joins with the new wave of fantasy authors in his ...

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order, rock, simple “The house cab …?” “Ma’am?” “Where’s it from?” “California.” “Yes?” She always spoke with that upward inflection. Some guys found it cute. I had found it cute. She told ...

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A brief update; None of ya'll recommended things we set on Fire. Most of y'all knew that. I'm recommending it. Amazon gave it to me to promote a newsletter about book deals. It's really good.

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Twenty thirteen went out the way it came in, like a pissant, a steamy little pissant. I realize the analogy is inaccurate, I’m not even sure what a pissant is, but, I assume, some annoyance that’...

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Write a dialog between a man and a woman who disagree about something other than what they're arguing about. “I stepped out for a smoke; the street was shiny with rain, the hills shadows on the ...

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I had a bunch of things I was going to write. I wrote a letter by hand and candlelight. Ouch, I've lost my writers hump and my cramped oblate letters have gotten crampier and oblatier. Power is b...

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Passing the eight day mark without power, might hit the single digits tonight. It's not even helpful to miss my Oregon this much. The Thai lady has been the First Lady to pronounce Oregon corre...

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Talk to text. I take turns charging things in the mighty adequate jeep. I charge the Kindle. I've been reading things we set on fire. did one of y'all recommend it to me? It's haunting to read w...

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Sorry y'all merry Christmas and stuff ---- power has been down since Saturday small charge on phone takes driving around. Merry merry y'all hug a heating vent for me. It was in the single fuckin...

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The usual fauns were out on the dance floor being circled by chicken hawks and coyotes, feathers and hair slicked back with pomade and the heat of Old Spice pheromones so thick you could hardly s...

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“Oh, honey,” he said to the mirror, “Who died and left you?” He rubbed a little peach base into his cheek, took a blue pill, one of the oblong ones. “This is your day before Karen was to be ele...

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All right. I might be a tad compulsive. Even when I do shit in moderation I do a shit load of moderation. I collect things, I collect ideas, I collect personalities. I’m also a bit of a pack rat ...

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When I shut myself down last night I also shut down the computer with the words below the quad ghost lines on the precipice of being recalled to life. I’ve had the corpse stuffed and mounted for ...

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I had meant to write something here earlier. I was distracting by some bright shiny object or the other. I remember wanting to revisit a line I had used somewhere once “Who died and made you?” It...

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The ghost of fucking Pablo Neruda My boy lay sleeping across two seats on a greyhound, beyond him and out the window the desert rushed past, barely lit by a half moon in a cold clear sky....

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Ok, Saturday morning, stingy snow in the air, crunchy snow on the ground, I mean like a lindor truffle, hard on top creamy in the middle. In the infancy of anthropology, which began sort of as a ...

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So I went to the optometrist yesterday, I want to say he was awfully cavalier about the safety and welfare of motorists and pedestrian on the streets, sidewalks and buildings of the greater Lansi...

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Last day in a long run of grand-whelp/beagle sitting. Good thing too as I am running out of beagle tongue twisters and songs I can substitute beagle for a proper noun (e.g. 1) Running down the ro...

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Off a’grandwhelping in the close future. Grandwhelping and blessed bad beta beagles with bated breath babysitting; beagles are in the eye of the beholder, licking. A friend of mine is going to he...

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pillow fight, chains, missed connections “ … And the chains of the sea will have busted in the night and be buried at the bottom of the ocean …” the band was struggling through a punk cover of t...

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