I don’t write fiction…

  • The Car

    The Car

    An old man sat in his car.

    His feet hurt and there was no one around.

    He used to be my downstairs neighbor but he had shady roommates and things had clearly taken a turn for the worse.

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  • A Time To Create

    A Time To Create

    “We’ll not be given time to create, we be asked to create in real time.”

    Two years ago, I fled to the Sky Island Mountains to seek shelter from the turmoil and recharge my soul under the blazing sky.

    In retrospect, that is why all of us were there. Why so many would travel from so far to meet on the mountain in the name of finding the flow?

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  • Zero Fucks Given: The End of Brangelina

    Zero Fucks Given: The End of Brangelina

    Facebook has a major case of the poo-butt.  Everyone is heartbroken over the demise of Brangelina. 

    It’s the end of an era, like when the dinosaurs died out and you could no longer buy cars with 8-track players in the dash.

    I wonder if they can return all those children? Probably not, but maybe if they still have the receipts.  I mean, it couldn’t hurt to ask. Right?

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  • Alternate Outcomes

    Alternate Outcomes

    It’s strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult. 

    -Richard Brautigan 

    I heard the news today.

    He died of cancer.

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  • In The Way

    In The Way

    Earlier today I found this piece in my Google Drive.  I had saved it there on August 8th, 2014.

    I was recently divorced but somehow already involved in a toxic relationship, living alone for the first time ever (at the ripe old age of 38), drowning in oceans of paper and unpleasant memories.

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  • Above The Clouds

    Above The Clouds

    Here at 30,000 feet the weather is below and the sun is above; hot, bright, burning her face and unchanging.
    I’m not even speaking English now, she thinks in vague images.
    She’s sleep deprived and hungry but sees the edge of happiness on the horizon.

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  • People Watching

    People Watching

    Try to make it real. Compared to what? -John Legend

    People watching is a habit that causes insanity. I should know, I do it compulsively. The problem, you see, is that people lie and this is Universal Truth #1. They lie on every level and about every thing.

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  • Watching The Flowers Sway

    Watching The Flowers Sway

    Prologue: The following is not fiction but it didn’t happen to me. Rather, it is the result of my one and only successful attempt at communicating with the dead. I believe this account to be true and accurate. As always, names have been changed but, in this case, it’s to protect the privacy of the innocent.

    Watching The Flowers Sway

    I was watching the flowers sway, staring at the sky through a screen of yellow petals. Clouds float by and birds soundlessly peck seeds from the round center of the flower faces. Butterflies alight on my hands. I don’t feel them but their wings are luminous. There is no time here. The jingle of keys breaks the silence.

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  • JC

    JC

    Dear Mankind,
    I’m afraid we must redefine the nature of our relationship. I regret to inform you that I will no longer be able to accept your cash donations in exchange for opportunities to blow me on television. While this was a pleasurable and beneficial arrangement, you loose lipped cajolers have been portraying me in an unflattering light and my agent says it’s bad for business.

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  • Fake Doctors

    Fake Doctors

    The following is my opinionated, but not entirely unscientific, testimony for breaking up with dairy products.

    Generally speaking, we Americans have been indoctrinated in the gospel of cow’s milk; being led to believe that partaking in its creamy goodness is not only wholesome but necessary. Milkiness is next to godliness. Don’t believe me? Turn on the TV and see for yourself. Interestingly though, no other adult mammal consumes milk and certainly no other mammal consumes the milk of a different species. Be that as it may, our religious fervor for cow’s milk will not be quelled by the facts. To hear some folks tell it you’d think Elsie sits at the right hand of Christ as an honorary member of the holy trinity: Father, Son and Holy Fucking Cow.

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