Bob
Mar 21, 2025

It's Thursday and I'm clean out of cash. Mom and Dad are scheduled to give me eighty-bucks every Sunday, but that's down from the Bennie they use to give me before January. A real pisser. Expecting me to live on…

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drunk in the grass, loving the world
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no matter how tough our hearts
Mar 21, 2025

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a good poem can make me love the one who wrote it
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Lucy’s House
Mar 21, 2025

One guy, Keith, sexy little guy now quite 40 guy, cheated on his wife on the daily. Lucy, her name was, She was an artist, she was blonde and small and lithe and seemed to take effortless care of the…

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Cyrano Days
Mar 21, 2025

When I was a grad student actor long ago, at the University of Minnesota, my entire life was financed by the McKnight Fellowship from the 3M Company, manufacturer of various chemicals and shipping adhesives, a huge corporate benefactor to the…

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Enough
Mar 20, 2025

Is this enough? To have this room to myself, for a few minutes, gray upholstered chairs and sofa, art and photographs decorate the walls. A white bookshelf populated with travel books of Rome, antiquities, modern art and young adult fantasy.…

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Clandestine Consumption
Mar 20, 2025

Muffled giggling rose in the darkness. Mia clamped a hand over her mouth, but her efforts to stifle the giggles only spawned more. The speed with which her arm had swung up caused her to unbalance. She tumbled over, arms…

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Drunk in the grass, loving the world
Mar 20, 2025

The world looks bigger from here, or maybe smaller, the needly branches of redwood treetops swaying, like lace filtering sun and sky. You hold my hand; you hold my tears and occasionally bits of organic matter plonk me on the…

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