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Dandelions

Dandelions

Dandelions Kurt sat cold at the end of his driveway, a bowl of sugary offerings for the children settled in his lap. He treasured Halloween, but the festivity was winding down. Night had completely fallen. Most of the children and parents had come and gone. Parents with children dressed as pirates and superheroes and princesses, […]

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams I’m intrigued by certain correlations. Sometimes I’m struck by bits of information and try to fit them together like pieces of a puzzle. The human puzzle, I guess you could (pretentiously) say. One of these bits is the obsession with the Cadillac Escalade. Heck, I probably shouldn’t care. There’s better things to think […]

The Gamble

The Gamble

The Gamble Fitzi went all in on four Queens/8 high. Jimmy beat him with a straight flush of hearts. He raked Fitzi’s chips into his pile. “You buying back in?” Jimmy asked. Jimmy had all the luck. It confounded Fitzi because Jimmy didn’t appear to be much of a man of God. He didn’t even […]

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat There’s an online petition to stop lab-grown meat from being served in schools. When I heard about it, I needed to know more. The petition lists reasons why serving lab-grown meat in schools is a bad idea. These reasons are kind of boring, so I scrolled down to where people have posted videos […]

Fingernails

Fingernails

Fingernails Sometimes, when I cross the line to Indiana, I stop at Howie’s truck stop diner for a pork tenderloin sandwich. See, I was born and raised in Indiana. Now I live just across the state line. But, because I’m a Hoosier by birth, when I go over to Indiana and pass by Howie’s, I […]

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Freedom to Escape
fables, stories

Freedom to Escape

Freedom to Escape The warden paid a visit to Prisoner 1023388. She looked ill, but comfortable, behind the bars in … Continue reading Freedom to Escape

Safe
mostly true stories

Safe

Safe I hadn’t seen the old man since before Christmas. He turned 81 a few days after Christmas. A few … Continue reading Safe

Biggie Bag
mostly true stories

Biggie Bag

Biggie Bag My buddy called. He asked if I was going to the bar to watch football. I said I … Continue reading Biggie Bag

Separate Checks
mostly true stories

Separate Checks

Separate Checks My father was buried at 12:30 p.m. It was then 4 p.m. I am my father’s only child. … Continue reading Separate Checks

Halloween
mostly true stories

Halloween

Halloween The boy crossed the street. It was dusk. He walked up to me. He was wearing a short-sleeved dress … Continue reading Halloween

It’s Over, Now
mostly true stories

It’s Over, Now

It’s Over, Now Two days ago, I got the call. I rushed to the hospital. By the time I got … Continue reading It’s Over, Now

Goodbye, Persona
nonsense

Goodbye, Persona

Goodbye, Persona All the years of building a persona. All the years of constructing a character. All the laborious Saturday … Continue reading Goodbye, Persona

Glue Factory
poetic ramblings

Glue Factory

Glue Factory Keep telling yourself, “I’m not ready for the glue factory. Not yet.” Have reasons to live. Give yourself … Continue reading Glue Factory

Pyrite
bullshit

Pyrite

Pyrite The genius of a fool is self-evident to half of his kind. To all others, his genius is the … Continue reading Pyrite

Flying Kites
stories

Flying Kites

Flying Kites She has a kite – a simple, red kite that she flies on the weekends. She’s a grown … Continue reading Flying Kites

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