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just another day of bursting into flames

“Carl didn’t want to hear any of that, so we just rode in silence the rest of the way, the radio playing easy-listening music that made me want to slip into a hot bath and dream about killing everyone I … Continue reading

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the keys to a good marriage, part 9

Mo is looking at Instagram. She frowns. “People shouldn’t write long captions below their photos on Instagram. It should just be photos,” she declares. “Ummm, I write long captions below my photos on Instagram,” I point out. “Nobody but YOU … Continue reading

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home is where the art is

“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares,I paint my own reality.”― Frida Kahlo He just wanted his art up. That’s all. Bruce is our friend. He’s settling in to a new apartment after he was kicked out of his previous abode because … Continue reading

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mister pants, part 23

In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes, there also will be singing. About the dark times. — Bertolt Brecht Sunshine and disinfectant. It all sounded so simple. Mister Pants had read about Salazar’s advice with skepticism. The … Continue reading

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giving tanks

Give me a heart to hang onto Give me a soul that’s tailored new Give me a heart to hang onto —  Peter Dennis Blandford Townshend — Easter morning on the Ed Whitlock Memorial Loop. It doesn’t feel like Easter … Continue reading

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once in a pink moon

She was a frail 90-year-old, forced into seclusion because of the fear of a looming virus that would be a certain death sentence if they met up one day. But then. She stepped outside and looked up. The moon was … Continue reading

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I’m wondering if I’m gonna see tomorrow

You see gravity pulls but it can’t keep you around It’ll be one long day and now the moon is down — Mr. John Prine — Mo and I were in the courting stages. She was living in Seattle and … Continue reading

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