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January 29, 2019

"Are you keeping a secret?" "Not deliberately. What do you want to know?" "I saw the scars, the scars on the inside of your thigh when I was down there this morning and some of them are fresh. Do you want to talk about it?" "Doesn&...

May 27, 2018


 

The cold, low winter sun falls red upon the stair.

It’s like this every afternoon, late, when I’m alone.

Before the sky turns black I think of you and me.

My eyes move toward the room we shared. You kissed him there beneath the stair, before ascending to our room.

I turn...

March 11, 2018

"I’m bringing this meeting to order. Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on!”

“Madame Chairperson, the recent outbreaks of confrontation are caused by the Dissidents.”

“Who are these Dissidents, what do we know about them? Why was I not told?”

“Madame Chair...

February 11, 2018

Many of the scenes in my stories originate from the images stored in my mind by my photography, drawings, paintings, and images I see on 500px and Pinterest.

I call most of these images, Found Objects. I store them in various files that I am not often successful in reco...

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