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so god says, “it’s been a while.” and i says, “yeah, well after you took the folks, wasn’t much left to ..

as a child i had a dog, white and fluffy as a cloud. he guarded our house, more by personality than by stance… ..

i checked the obituaries today, my name was absent. i felt no relief. i’ve always wanted to see my name in print. ..

i am saving a bucket of rain to spend on a dry day. i am saving my disease safe from cure. i am saving my voice in case i ever ..

i was wounded by an allegory … it was not love, it was like love, as love, but it was not really love…just ..

my father taught me to turn a bottle to mix the oils, before opening, and then he taught me how to pour; within his skin, i li..

there’s an irish girl upstairs, who makes noise as she marches across my ceiling. her husband, the italian, walks ..

once i saw the northern lights, the aurora borealis. so i went and got a lawn chair and i laid out on the lawn. it was jus..