Snapshot #3 Sunday, February 21, 2016 THE TALL MAN To the right of my desk, on the white wooden window sill pinned at shoulder level, is an 8 X 12 color photo of my deceased brother Richard. Richard Laurence Baron.…
View writing(Hi, there! Just want to preface this by telling you it’s a study for a character I’m exploring for a new novel project. I don’t usually write in the first person and I’m a weak author of interiority, so I’m…
View writingMostly, I feel I can navigate the world. I can decide what time to get up (and, if I wake too early, there’s ambien); I can decide what time to go to bed, although my decision is usually 11 p.m.…
View writingI never stopped praising her, even after she did me wrong. I was with my mother at my uncle's house in Alabama. Both of them have been dead for years. My uncle was given seven rabbits, and now he had…
View writingI've stopped praising you because the tenor of your brain damage has changed into something I am unwilling to categorize or define. Honestly, I take no notes anymore. No mental notes. Footprints into the ether. Traceless in mind. Even the…
View writingLying is underrated. Sometimes nothing will suffice but a but a big whopper!! We are supposed to always tell the truth and be scrupulously honest. And honestly I do always try and tell the truth. But the truth is I…
View writingEspecially now, as you take on your brother and sister-in-law's chaotic lives. It’s like that that ship that collided into that bridge in Baltimore and made it collapse. Their lives are like that ship, ours are like that bridge, You…
View writingI've stopped praising you. I've stopped praising all of you, all of you men who have come and gone, and those who are still here. I've stopped looking to you for validation, stopped measuring my worth on what you think…
View writingOr is it simply laziness ? Or perhaps well-earned exhaustion? Whatever it is, since a pal mentioned the word to me days ago it has been on my mind, and i am intrigued by the very sound of it, no…
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