• August 12, 2015 • Truish • Views: 653

    We go walking after midnight

    The compost seems to be my job, in that, if I don’t take it out, it will not get taken out, and I’ve tested this theory (and others) by leaving the container on the counter, overflowing and molding, and eventually what happens...

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  • August 11, 2015 • Truish • Views: 176

    The Baby

    The baby is soft and smooth all over, except for his clammy hands and sticky feet. His toes squeeze and grip your fingers if you touch their undersides. The toenails are dirty (why?). His legs march erratically, springing back hard after...

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  • October 27, 2014 • made-up • Views: 720

    Ice Cream Men (in progress)

    I got the job because it had been my brother’s, and everybody’d loved my brother. I tracked down Mr. Lewicki at Stu’s, sitting at the bar and squinting up at the OTB channel. His eyes flew open when he saw me. “Jesus, son, I...

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  • October 22, 2014 • Truish • Views: 702

    Ships at Sea

    In 1993 I moved from Columbus, Ohio to Olympia, Washington with my girlfriend, Marci. I had an old Volkswagen Jetta. We put a roof rack on it and piled everything we would take with us on top. We hoped it wouldn’t rain. It’s...

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  • September 30, 2014 • made-up • Views: 1199

    The Tattoo (in progress)

    On the morning I woke up with the tattoo, the first thing I noticed that was weird was not the tattoo, but that I could see, which meant I’d fallen asleep with my contacts in.  This would not be so unusual had I passed out drunk, but I...

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  • September 23, 2014 • Bloggedy • Views: 954

    Once upon a time…

    …before Facebook, before Myspace, before even Friendster, some of us kept blogs.  I have a lot to say about the sort of people who maintained blogs, and I’ll get to that in a minute.  But first we go back in time to the...

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