Monthly Archives: February 2011

Fog Monster

When the fog glides in overland, one never knows what comes in with it. The blanket of gray lies in striations such that in some pockets of elevation one can see clearly while at others one can’t see hand before face. Oh, they … Continue reading

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An Alliterative Tale

Seven Saviors Surfed the Earth Searching over Surf and Turf, but all the Tricky Traitors Tried to Kill the Crew and Kick their Kind from Here to Heaven, Hell, and Back and Break their Backs with mad attacks but the … Continue reading

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Freedom

Blossoms dance in air Savoring the brief moment Between limb and earth

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Reflection of a Killer

Mister Murtha sits on a bench in the building’s atrium with knees frenetically bouncing together and apart. He’s got a folded paper in his lap, but he doesn’t look like the paper-reading type. He’s distracted by the din of the … Continue reading

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A Turtle’s Life

Loitering on a river bank Turtles’ noses rose and sank What do the armored seek of life? Love and wealth? Perhaps a wife? No. They have far simpler dreams of rising tides and running streams All the turtle really needs … Continue reading

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Your Virtual Friend

I am a virtual friend. You know me from FaceBook, but the face you know is not my own. I have no face. I have no body. I exist as an infinite stream of 1’s and 0’s. Does this change … Continue reading

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A Hobo’s Discourse on Marketing

The old man rambled on and was a great source of amusement to the kids. “…They beam it right into your head. … an insatiable desire for potato crisps. You know they’re doing it, but still you must have the … Continue reading

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Departure Lounge

The train struggled to leave the station as if weighed down by the collective gravity of love between lovers, spouses, family, and friends. Those invisible bonds stretched, but were not diminished, by the massive might of the locomotive.

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Gringo Bus

The cross-country bus was an old repurposed American school bus. It had been painted over in blue and white, but one could still make out the decal topography of “Monroe Community Schools” across the sides and back. It was punishingly … Continue reading

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Fight in 108

A hammer-fist careened down onto the man’s shoulder and it sent a shockwave through his body, taking the wind out of him. Still, when the thug shot a kick out at the man’s gut, the hapless victim managed to jump back. Unfortunately, the … Continue reading

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