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Posted on 06/05/2010 by

(Beginning of a story.) On Saturday we started sleeping in different rooms.  David kept the bedroom and I took the pull-out in the study.  I made it my home, scheduling my use of the kitchen, my cooking, my late-night bowls … Continue reading →

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Open Book [entry one]

Posted on 13/09/2009 by

March 21, 1996 Age: 18 yrs., 1 month, 13 days My little brother and I slept in the car our first night away, his body all crooked over the armrest, his head against my chest. Cars aren’t bad places to … Continue reading →

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[work in progress, or, i hear that team cheerios were discontinued back in the 90s, wtf]

Posted on 29/06/2009 by

Here the shower has two settings: OhMyGod and Off. As the narrow jet bores its name in my shoulder blades, the surrounding air coats me with a glacial freeze I swear didn’t exist in Tennessee before I turned on the … Continue reading →

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I’ve Had a Crush on You for Two Months and Everyone Says I Should Go for It so Hi [excerpt]

Posted on 23/05/2009 by

The beginning of another one from this fall. The remaining eight pages depart radically from what I decided to post below. I have a great-…-grandfather who founded or co-founded the O.K. Corral. Name of Frank Buckles. And Pagosa Springs, now … Continue reading →

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I’ve Reason to Believe We Both Will Be Received

Posted on 13/05/2009 by

I’ve Reason to Believe We Both Will Be Received

Fingers drumming on the door and my neck bent in the seatbelt like I’m twelve again on another roadtrip, I realize I haven’t ridden passenger side in this car in quite a while. But this isn’t another roadtrip. We’re going to Graceland.

“He finally split with June,” my mother says. “She started talking marriage again and he got cold feet.”

Mom’s just returned home from Anacortes, Washington, a visit with her widowed father. An old man with a beautiful heart—pig valve included—and a belly full of tacos and laughs that erupts (in laughs, not tacos) as he slaps you on the back and tells you a dirty joke while you wait in Puget Sound for the crabs to notice the pots full of chicken guts. He discovered Adult Friend Finder recently. Continue reading →

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