• Thoughts,  Writing

    Free

    / 28 December, 2010

    Dedicated to my second nephew, Benton, who was stillborn this morning, three days before his due date. And for my brother and his wife as they mourn for their fourth child and first…

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  • Writing

    Aphotic Pulchritude

    / 7 December, 2010

    Being a writer, there isn’t a creative spurt that goes by where I do not stop to search for synonyms when one form of a word just doesn’t seem like enough to me,…

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  • Writing

    Decay

    / 28 July, 2010

    She smells like peppermints and chamomile tea, aged cedar, and something I cannot quite name. As I sit across from her in a Victorian needlepoint chair, her smile is full of yellowed teeth…

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