Namaste.

Legs crossed, back straight, imagining a string that pulls me upward. Just like the instructor says. Posture matters. So does breath.  Each week I try to escape my mental reality.  She says, “Set an intention for your practice.” I come here each week to calm my jagged nerves. I come here for calm, but my […]

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Kilroy was here …

Living there had been poisonous since Dad’s previous springtime affair. The man proclaimed, “You’re on your own now, buddy. Don’t want ya here no more.” Sam was kicked out precisely one day after high school graduation.  The escape planned before taking the old wagon with his name down the side in pilfered spray paint, Sam drove […]

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Out on the town

Beside herself with excitement, Teresa’s group stopped at Willie’s for tacos before going to their hotel on her first trip to the state capital for work.  “I’d like an ice cold beer,” she drawled. “Listen, y’all … this is my first rodeo. All we have for drive-through in Delmar is Windy’s and McDugal’s. Know what […]

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Get Her Freak On

Tiny red and blue dots vibrated inside Joleen’s eyelids and fixated her in a false somnambulant stupor. Her consciousness stopped at the intersection of wakefulness and sleep when the screen door’s slap brought her bolt upright. “What the hell are you doing?” Jed asked. “Catching some z’s before tonight’s party.” She blocked an offending sun […]

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An Inopportune Accident

Rain fell for days on end. Its pallor hung like a sopping blanket left on porch rails in perpetuity.                                                                          […]

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Of the Great White North

Merv moved south from a meager beginning outside Lake Huron. He’d grown crestfallen from eating nothing more than corn in Farmville, Iowa, after an upbringing of butter tarts. She who rescued him named the stone figure after a pervert destined for prison. His legacy followed suit, a life, albeit a still one, in the Midwest […]

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Restitution

Leaves had yet to turn when the deer blind went up long before rifle season. Preparing kept him from dwelling on grief. Mother’s passing months prior stayed his mind only on loss. “Concentrate on good times,” people advised. They said, “She’s in a better place.” All that tripe made not a damn bit of difference. […]

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