I believe there is a characteristic in every writer that, no matter their company in life, lives as loneliness; a quality that drives one to pen and page rather than to the company of fellow men; that directs one to record silently and purposefully for seeking minds rather than to conversations of passive speech […]
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AFTER-LIFE
They sat in a ground blind looking out over a timbered edge of burned prairie waking back to life. In the steel-sheen glow of darkness before the rising colors of dawn, green sprigs shone spiking from the black mounds of charred earth. As light rose, the faint green of spring buds shone in adornment […]
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GRAY BEGINNING
In the counter-shadow of dawn’s beginning light, beneath skies gray from spring mourning, water shone as a blanket, even on shallow-slopes where clumped grasses dammed and held it from its run, appearing as snow absent pale glow in season before. Blades of grass shone green up through the standing water, breaking the mirror surface […]
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WRITE IT
“I have different stories to write,” he shared. “Then write them,” she replied. “They won’t be all happiness and hope as I’ve tried to write before.” “If that’s all someone is, how can they relate to the rest of us?” “Some will be fucked up.” “Aren’t we all a little?” […]
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JUST THE WEATHER
Maybe it was just the weather, cold and rain getting to the heart, or maybe more was taking change. A gray cloud front followed vibrant dawn that swept and took its hold raining in steady fall without the trembling force of storm: only rain—cold, melancholy, persistent—dampening day, world, and sky. It got to […]