Tequila And George Jones

My father left us last June. I overheard my mom one night talking about him screwing another attorney from his law firm. She stills call him after she’s had too much wine. She doesn’t know I know, but I can hear her crying through my bedroom wall. Now, I don’t see my dad much. Sometimes…

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Sometimes I have dreams.

It was a dim morning. The time of the year when the sun starts coming out a little bit later, in the last part of summer. It’s an odd transition and noticeable to someone who wakes up as early as I do. The pain came with force, right to my head. It happened so quickly…

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She Came Late at Night

She came late at night, with a dozen roses and a bucket of water. At first, one can assume the water was for the roses. A bucket is an odd choice, but what else could she have it for? I didn’t ask right away, as it was so late. I had to be up early.…

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Sex in the Airport Closet

Two travelers, both tired, sit adjacent to each other among others. Both coming from Wichita, Kansas to North Point, Maine. It wasn’t exactly a long flight. A couple hours, the layover in Boston added to it. But what came over these two seemly responsible, uncharismatic, straight-laced people, we will never know. It started with a…

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Journaling = Perspective

Around this time last year, I began to use a online journal called Penzu. Not working on my screenplays on the weekends, this fulfilled a promise to myself to write everyday. This was to be my first journal. You all know what a journal is, right? Your thoughts. Pure prose. Free writing at its finest.…

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