Archives mensuelles : avril 2014

What it is and what it isn’t

It’s the fact that he says « It’s escaped me » and not « Shit, I forgot » or anything else. It’s because he says things in just the way he says things. It’s the fact that he reads to me. We lay there … Lire la suite

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Good Old Tom

Frankie’s was closed so I went next door to Tom’s. I asked : « Are you Tom? » He said « Yeah. » How about that! I go to Jim’s. It’s an old greasy spoon like this and there is no longer any Jim. … Lire la suite

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Dear Fucking Diary

Dear Fucking Diary, I’m pissed. It started on the subway. This homeless guy asked this man very politely for some change. The guy stared straight ahead as if a human being had not just spoken to him. My heart crashed … Lire la suite

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Flash-fiction 02: Bus driver REVISED

“Watch your step, sir.” “I’ll watch my fucking step, you fucking prick!” “Doors are closing.” “Yeah, fuck you.” Some dirty old vagrant drunk, still muttering as he shuffled to the back of the bus. You don’t let a guy like … Lire la suite

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Flash-fiction 02: Bus driver

One thirty. Pitch black outside and here in my room, too. It’s been warm enough to keep the window open in the evenings now and the only sound is a bit of whistle from the wind and the odd car … Lire la suite

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FROM HERE ON IN

Today begins a new phase in my life. I sold my car, cut my hair, and quit the gym. I am giving myself a budget of $20 per day for all food and drink. That includes groceries, restaurants, bottles of … Lire la suite

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Those Nine Cards

I must stop lamenting that love is not in the cards for me. Well there are fifty-one others, aren’t there? And I have not been dealt such a bad hand otherwise. Life could be a game of Crazy Eights. So … Lire la suite

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Funny. I didn’t mention writing.

Draw. Smoke. Sip wine. Read. Wash a dish or whatever. Repeat. The new step to the cycle is the drawing. Well I am no artist and I know I am supposed to practice and I paid all this money to … Lire la suite

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Becoming More Human

It’s like I’m rubbing my nose in it. The sitting on my ass, the eating fast food as I drive, the not going for a run, the not going to the gym. Part of it is that it’s my last … Lire la suite

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Snapshot 01

It had been a lovely evening. “Good night.” “Good night.” A peck. But on the lips. “I don’t know what we’re doing.” “I don’t know either.” — I can’t see it at all anymore. I don’t know what’s good or … Lire la suite

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