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The writing seminar broke for ten minutes. I went outside the ivory tower to feed mysmokingdemon in the shade of an awning. I carefully pack..

Sometimes at the edge of the pasture, and under the eaves of trees, the soft greens of spring slide through my eyes and paint the curves and ..

The writing seminar broke for ten minutes. I went outside the ivory tower to feed my smoking demon in the shade of an awning. I carefully p..

Sometimes I can move with the music, sometimes not. These scars on my knees and the palms of my hands bear witness to a path littered ..

Where was I before I was here? This identity, This personality? This consciousness? How did I coalesce? Am I just a bunch of ne..

I like to walk in the woods without paths or trails. You see, I follow Papa. That old man would cut a walking stick when he’d tak..

Someone’s watching all the time, you know? I’m not talking about the cameras, omnipresent, becoming omniscient; looking d..

When she needs to talk I can feel it in my stomach where anxiety lives, and anger, and butterflies. It is genetic, I think, he..

Momma's yellow table had chrome legs and chairs to match. The whole family ate buttermilk biscuits, fresh eggs and a hundred ..

The Idyllic dreams of what once was... when we agreed that right was better than wrong, and knew the difference, when we always aimed hi..