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Recycling is good for you
I've been told by teachers and other writers that you shouldn't trash your writing because you may have some good ideas that you could use later.And they were all right.I am salvaging part of the...
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Excerpt from Chapter 3
The rumbling sounds of bass came through the walls of the house at five in the morning, vibrating windows and furniture in low frequency booms that brought to mind the farting of an elephant. He cursed...
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Excerpt from Chapter 3 part 2
And like the cueing of a film in a dark theater, his mind opens; everywhere there is light. Floating in a sea of light. And right now, in a room with walls the color of midnight and lit as if by a full...
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Dreaming
On Sunday morning I awoke from a dream: I was Frankenstein's Monster and people were after me, except this version of the story took place now.The dream got me motivated and after I awoke, I started...
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gold door
A gold door on an ancient holy site holds the reflection of the dead god that once healed a sick man king that lived here.
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Wrestling
Last night I couldn't sleep after J woke me with laughter and something about a joke that she mumbled in her sleep. Whadda ya gonna do?After wandering around the house in the dark with the beasts...
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Posted from "Then There Was the time..."
I'm reposting this bit of writing here to save as I'm streamlining my Blogger Blogs.All my life I've been wondering how stupid I could be. Then there was the time when I was a boy in Brooklyn. We were...
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Infinity Beach
We were on the beach in Puerto Rico, J and I before we were married, and we had just moved our chairs in from sitting in the surf; the tide was coming in and would in time erode us away, washing us out...
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Fathers and Sons
My dad wanted me to play a musical instrument when I was growing up. It was one of the many of things I denied him, not because I didn't love him, but because I saw what tortures the musicly inclined...
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Learning to Cook
My mother taught me how to cook. I had come home from playing soccer and was stinky and sweaty. My mom told me to help her. When she saw me and probably smelt me, she told me to wash my hands.My...
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What Scratching Brings
The writing itch is back again, irritating the edges of my my mind and razing the walls of my subconcious. I've been pouring through my old writing and probing for weaknesses like some rebel come down...
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Number 1
1Finn thought that if he went down the attack would stop. He crumpled to the cool, green stone floor near his locker falling on the multicolored paper folders and his composition book that had fallen...
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2
He sees a column of living fire and destruction with a cap of flame and smoke and dirt and souls filling the sky and hovering above the world as the radiation burns through him, altering cells and...
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3
Finn used to go to the kindergarten a few blocks away from his family’s old apartment in Brooklyn. It was a Jewish kindergarten. Jewish like Pops, his cigar smoking grandfather with the hairy chest....
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After A Hard Night, Thoughts
Internal dialogue running nonstop. Fights and arguments. Tears. Things said and the hating of having thought them, having released them into the world like some kind of mad science that can destroy,...
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Prisoner
He aches, stretched out upon the pallet on the rough concrete floor of the prison.Outside the prison beyond his walls he hears the heavy machinery kicking in and piling on heavy metal and dirt and...
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4
Since the move to Miami from New York, Finn’s asthma had improved with attacks becoming less frequent. One night the family, including Pops and Granma and Aunty Lucy, and mom and dad and Gerard, who...
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Haikus From Kung Pow Haiku
I am ending the Kung Pow Haiku blog and transfering all of my haikus to this page. Goodbye Kung Pow Haiku.Driving highway roadsTraffic jam, my eyes squintingClouds over sunsetThe little squirrelIn and...
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Beyond the Cube Cathedral
Alec walked out of the dorm building and the winter cold nailed him from across the quad in a wind that blew leaves and used plastic cups at him from the previous night’s partying. He was not hungover...
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Transmission Burst on a Tuesday Morning
All around, all aroundThe birds flying, pyramid-like across the sidewalkI seeI see the number four.Everywhere.She sings opera to me.She moves to me in mysterious ways.Achtung.My dad and brother and I...
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