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Chainsaws in the quiet in anticlimatic
The first memory I have of my dad was in autumn, when I was three years old, the day the muffler fell off of his ancient piece of shit Ford pickup on the way to collect wood. It was a 70s era pic...
Pain is on the way out now. in anticlimatic
I think I might rename this cat “Rubber Band.” No matter how often I toss it away, it springs right back in my lap- often climbing my bare flesh with its claws to do so. A younger me might have c...
Skeletons of Meaning in anticlimatic
Discovered something this afternoon while I was on a hike through some old farmland way out on the seasonal roads west of town. It wasn’t much of a discovery, nothing I hadn’t really seen before ...
Summer in anticlimatic
“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if created in all the freshness of childhood.” -Longfellow Doubtless I’m...
Where am I? in anticlimatic
Just woke from a rather remarkable dream that I can only assume was a subconscious product of several needs I was feeling after last night’s meditations. I dreamt that I got in my truck and drove...
Invisibility is a relative thing. in anticlimatic
Remember that storm of future uncertainty that loomed over our later teen years and early adulthood? Seems like I’ve reclaimed it, I wonder if anyone else has. Noticed the pattern of feelings and...
The Darkness Beyond in anticlimatic
Congratulations, dear readers, for you have found the home of yours truly. Haven’t written in some time, for reasons too boring to burden you with, but I am pleased to report that my life has aga...
