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Here we go gathering nuts in May
Death is a funny color, I awaken every morning to a variety of death. It is inescapable, especially if I happen to catch a reflexion of myself in the glistening of my visage in the foggy, glossy skim which seems to float languidly on the top of the bowl. I have begun amusing myself writing…
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There’s no Place Like Home
And this is where I stand, or rather sit scribing. I wish I could lie and say I’m sitting in the breakfast nook – it sounds so “American elite”, I grab the rotary phone off the coffee table and dial a faded memory. That sounds like something a young new writer would do. Add a…
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Suicide
When my dad committed suicide, it was after an attack on my mom. The only gun he had was his anesthetic machine at work, so that’s where he went and that’s the trigger he pulled. 40 years later and I am confronted again. Not with my own suicide, but with an old friend who’s marriage…
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Hay Ma Look, I’m dyin’. nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.
And it must be just that easy right? I’m not that guy who has jumped into the research on death and dying. I figure I have just enough time to ponder that shit before I hang up my spurs altogether. So I resolve to blog from a position of going for the laugh rather than…
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Everywhere you go, there you are. Again.
No matter how much I would like to be everywhere, trying to discover where that everywhere is, is hard. I like the sentiment which seems to imply that I am indeed somewhere. This is an awkward time. Not just because I am digging my own hole in the ground, both metaphorically and temporally, but because…
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Gone with the wind
Just made it back from the doctor. Today was an interesting day – we’ll call it the “shoot, shit or get off the pot” day. Probably by way of explanation I should bring my readers up to speed as to the desire to bring my blog current. For the next few months (should I last…
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135 Days
When I started noodling the pages that would become “Rube” the novel, I figured it would be a short story. I didn’t have much of anything to start with but somehow the universe kept throwing people and places and numbers at me so I started jotting them down. One file in my Google Drive was…
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If you think you can’t
You can’t. Conversely of course if you think that you can well…you got it. Sometimes items from this list also appear on your bucket list and we stare at them as our own lights dim a great space left in the bookshelf of your mind where your book was supposed to rest. Yes, I’m guessing…
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Reveille
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia “Reveille” (US: /ˈrɛvəli/ REV-əl-ee, UK: /rɪˈvæli/ rih-VAL-ee),[1] called in French “Le Réveil” is a bugle call, trumpet call, drum, fife-and-drum or pipes call most often associated with the military; it is chiefly used to wake military personnel at sunrise. The name comes from réveille (or réveil), the French word for “wake up”. I love it. The French word for wake-up. It gives me visions of some…
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Memoir
Everything works out in the end. If it hasn’t worked out? It’s not the end. The Early Years In the end this will be part biography and part fantasy. I recon that’s what everyone’s written story is. I’m writing this for a number of reasons. The first is that I am the first in my…
You gotta land sooner or die later 