September 2010
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Desperation gnaws at you like a tired, hungry animal chews the last bit of taste from a dry bone. It asks and asks and you have no offering. It demands and you search and struggle to find something to sacrifice but there is nothing so it sticks its mosquito’s needle into you and attempts to draw blood from a stone. If you won’t give it what it needs, it’ll just drain it out of...
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The thing I remember most about junior high school was wondering if Danny would come home alive. Danny was my older brother and our mom used to remind me that if our family was going to produce a doctor or a lawyer, it’d have to be me because Danny’d amount to naught but a hood. He used to stay out all night getting into christ knows what trouble, drinking and racing his muscle car...
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I would like to say that it’s love, that what we’re doing is made of delicacy and a lover’s magnanimity but that wouldn’t be true. You need someone to help you forget and I am alone and available, just like always. It’s rather the opposite, it’s built of hate. Your hatred of him for leaving you and your hatred of being by yourself for the night and even your...
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The darkened underground room where he was being kept was to be his punishment. He had been banished and condemned, called a blasphemer, a damned soul who would never be able to achieve any sort of absolution. He spent his days in this cell, trying not to forget what it was like to be the favored son, his father the king’s bright star. He lost track of time. There were no days or nights...
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He could feel her slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. The tighter he squeezed, the more of her drifted away and vanished and his only recourse was to, foolishly, squeeze harder. His thoughts moved back to the advice a writer gave him once, in the form of fiction but speaking too much truth.
The words said “You should love a woman the way you love something that is purely...