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The Grand Event (aka #everydaymay Day 5)

Posted on May 6, 2012 by

I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote this in one go before falling immediately back to sleep, maybe two weeks ago. I didn’t even remember doing it until I re-read it almost a week later, and … Continue reading →

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His Name Is Jim

Posted on June 17, 2011 by

I wrote this a moment ago, and I don’t know what it is. It’s a beginning and an ending of something. A story? A chapter? I don’t know. I’m not fully sure what it’s about, or what happens. I just … Continue reading →

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High School Hates Them Back

Posted on June 5, 2011 by

I’m currently about half-way through writing a madly depressing short story with a working title of Broken Elevators. It’s depressing enough that I can only write so much before I feel like crying into a gallon of Haagen Dazs, and … Continue reading →

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I Can Poem (aka EveryDay May: Day 23)

Posted on May 24, 2011 by

On occasion, I tweet miniature poems. I do it because I enjoy the challenge of fitting a piece that has both meaning and form into 131 characters or less (the hashtag #icanpoem is 9 characters long). I also find poetry … Continue reading →

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Four Months Is A Long Time To Be Apart (aka EveryDay May: Day 18)

Posted on May 19, 2011 by

Right now I’ll eat this apricot. It’s not a peach, like it should be. Right now in Georgia, you’re asleep; tired from driving longer ways Apricots don’t come from Georgia, but peaches make me think of you Driving the shortest … Continue reading →

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A Time To Complain (aka EveryDay May: belated Day 7)

Posted on May 8, 2011 by

I’m twenty one years old. I’m only twenty one years old, and I can’t carry a backpack. For those of you who don’t know me, I’ve got a bad shoulder that I often reference in blogs as The Shoulder of … Continue reading →

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Poetry Hour Will Ruin Your Good Mood

Posted on February 27, 2011 by

A lot of people have been telling me about how depressed they’ve been this week. Bad days and bad dreams and bad bouts of bad badness. So poetry hour today is informed by those bad things, if for no other … Continue reading →

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Protected: What I Can’t Tell You: eleven

Posted on January 22, 2011 by

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The Week Before Thanksgiving (aka The November Blog Fest: Day 20)

Posted on November 20, 2010 by

[Author's note: This is a pretty depressing post. I don't recommend that you read it unless you feel like being sad and sort of confused. This was pretty difficult for me to write, and I didn't plan to write it, … Continue reading →

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Don’t Tell Bruce (aka The November Blog Fest: belated Day 14)

Posted on November 15, 2010 by

In the mind of Alfred, Thursdays sucked quite a lot. The sleek and seeping scent of the silver polish made his nose twitch as he wet the rag again, reaching to swipe the last of the dinnerware – a tea … Continue reading →

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