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Richie’s Vacation
Richie was sitting in his mail truck, eating a spicy chicken sandwich, when he got a text from his mom that said his old best friend from middle school was dead.
Dead man’s hands
“Scratch me”, they whisper as you stand on the bus and the urge grows stronger but the crowd grows bigger and the logistics more impossible, leaving you with this unbearable yearning.
My Father’s Ghost
I was an adult when I saw my father’s ghost walking on my bedroom walls in central Minnesota, pacing back and forth, and back again.
Nick Cave Takes a Bath
If there is no rest for the wicked, I must have done something awful.
Vicodin & Venice
Come sit on this mossy log on the steaming hot bank of the deep wide brook, by the cattails lilypads and skunk cabbages.
That Kid
I won’t write his name, for the same reasons I don’t ever say it out loud.
Strong Oak
I went past him on the bus. I could only see his feet, but I knew it was a him.
Notes from a meeting
Short-notice tasked to take minutes in meeting. Don’t know how. Never done it before. Will make long notes now and hammer into shape later.
On Cancel Culture
Two truths and a lie: