If
This piece is a bit of Matrix thinking. . . If I had it to do all over again, maybe I’d take the blue pill; I’d choose the illusion. I’ll [...]
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Jul, 2026
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Jun, 2026
New Color
Amanda lost her keys on the way home from the protest march and was locked out of the house for three days. Luckily she had a satchel filled with peanut butter [...]
13
Jan, 2023
Morning Song
Jason came up out of the subway on Tuesday when there was a break in the storm to busk in the space between the Dunkin’ Donuts and the bus stop. [...]
6
Jan, 2023
In the Aftermath of the Wind
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: twenty past midnight, what used to live under your bed, if you come to a fork take it, why are you [...]
4
Mar, 2022
Unthinkable
Written with my Thursday group with the prompts: hard to be human, when she refused him he. . ., the loneliness, run out of. . ., viscous, a large cat’s body [...]
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Sep, 2020
Wagons
Years ago I had a student named Joseph who was deaf and mute and on the autism spectrum. He was 9 years-old, with big brown eyes, and sandy hair. I [...]