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The only thing that I have written since you died has been your eulogy.

Every now and again, I take out the pen that I gave you in the hospital and feel the smoothness of it; hoping you will speak to me through it. But the cold metal just reminds me of the shiver when I heard the words that it was cancer. How I crawled into your hospital bed with you; my spine against the cold rail.

I put it down, look at your picture and whimper out a whisper that says that I am sorry. I cannot write again to… Continue

We walked quietly to the point along the river where the water shallows and the names of our friends live burnt into birch bark flesh. We passed a joint back and forth in silence, and uncomfortably became reacquainted with new lines and grey hairs. The pot was dry and I coughed, causing me to feel brand new with you again.

Sitting on the edge of the river I tried to make a smooth stone spin and skip three times, but you tipped my balance when you took my waist from behind. I said nothing as I f… Continue

She is dressed in a god damned stereotype. Fuck. She’s run out of tampons, is forced to take the storm cloud to the checkout line, and it makes her feel like she wants to bite something. Biting like fuck biting, just a little too hard.

Smelling foul, feeling polluted, she walks out with her keys jingling and wearing her most comfortable pair of raunchy sweats with the fuck off holes in the crotch, and requisite oversized Raiders hoodie - antithetical to her cunt and perfect for her hostile womb… Continue

Tonight I stumbled across the one thousandth thing that you’ll never again say to me.

It caught me off guard, as it came to me so directly after imagining the one thing that you and I will never again do. It is interesting to think in elements of nothing. For us anyway, it seems to bring me closer to you; it takes nimbleness to navigate the land of Naught. There are traps set everywhere: white elephants in rooms, next to endless daily details not usually attended to closely enough to warrant co… Continue

I had an idea today for a children's story...but this is NOT how I would actually write it for children if I were to decide to commit to this idea. I'm wanting some honest feedback as to whether or not this story is worth exploring further.

THE MIRACLE

It was spring, and outside of Kyle’s bedroom window a robin had begun to craft the first stages of a would-be nest with bits of paper, long grass, string and spider’s silk. At first, the three year old was oblivious.

It wasn’t until the… Continue