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Creative Writing

Journal 6

Prompt # 3 We used to drive till we found a new hiding spot along the York river. We used your fuzzy blanket you kept in the back of your car. We used to pack picnic lunches of precious Chick-fil-a, laughing wildly. We used to curl up and wish upon stars and whisper lovely thoughts […] Continue reading »

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Journal 4

Version 1 The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over to the side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how unlike themselves. We get out and lean on the fence. The cows don’t seem to notice […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Simile Experiment Version 1 July 3rd, 2015 I am on the phone. The boy on the other side and I are whispering back and forth. The cold, speckled linoleum floor ached under my feet like an old rotten tree screams as it falls. Mom yelps a hidden sob from the other side of the wall, […] Continue reading »

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My Mommy and Me (Revision of “Ode to Mom, a Whore”)

I’d like to remind readers that I’ve taken creative license with my work and it’s not all true. I don’t think that normally needs to be said, but since the original version caused such a stir, I thought I’d provide … Continue reading Continue reading »

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Gorilla Woman

She was looking at me and I looked back at her sunken black eyes and naked, hairy and unashamed body. She was sitting on a log, and I was standing on the other side of a fence with my son … Continue reading Continue reading »

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Ode to Mom, a Whore

Our mom, a whore, lived with us kids beside a garbage dump. Her heart was ice inside her chest, until her lips inhaled the smoke from rocks of crack cocaine. I saw her choke and then she’d smile, the hazy … Continue reading Continue reading »

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Autumn’s Window

Outside, the frosty breath of fall takes hold of the air. The maple trees burn flames of gold and orange, while once green grass now fades, into a quilt of browns and yellows, patchy shades of gentle death. Bands of … Continue reading Continue reading »

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Not So Jolly (revised)

My wife’s a bitch. She gained weight after we married. Blamed it on my job, said I was never around, and cookies made her feel happy. I caught her in bed with Alabaster, my main elf-in-command. I fired his ass, … Continue reading Continue reading »

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Not So Jolly

My wife’s a bitch. She gained weight after we married. Blamed it on my job, said I was never around, and cookies made her feel happy again. Then, I caught her in bed with Alabaster, my main elf in command. … Continue reading Continue reading »

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Thirteen

It started on your birthday.   Pimples flooded your young face like red ants on a Labor Day picnic. Your lip and chin, a patchy lawn of misguided, interrupting weeds, some that were too short to shave and others too … Continue reading Continue reading »

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