August 2010
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Death Scene
Death in war is not like movies. It doesn’t matter how grotesque and realistic it looks. There’s no poetry. It happens suddenly, surprisingly and that’s it. There’s rarely a last gasp or struggle to say something meaningful. If anything the wounded may make a curious sounding whimper or a deeply disappointed groan and even soil themselves before dying. It’s pitifully...
December 2009
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September 2009
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February 2009
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Red House
A red house—the right shade of red—elicits the notion of America with a quiet that disagrees with the color. Alarm. Danger. Fire. That’s red. Even after the sun and time peel away layers of vibrance, red demands attention. But on a house it reveals a simple honesty, humility even.
The red house is a quiet house. If the yard is groomed it brings a Rockwell like comfort to the neighborhood....
January 2009
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Perspective
Kathryn. Kathy. Kat longed for January 29th to finally get here. It was the one day of the year that she truly fed what she considered a completely selfish but necessary indulgence. Spa Day.
Spa Day cost more than she would ever reveal to her girlfriends over lunch at white tablecloth clad Café Europa.
But they knew. They went themselves and soaked in the mineral baths, puckered in the cold...
KARTANG BURAN
SEE what the government doesn’t want you to FEEL.
KNOW what the Catholics are HEARING.
RAIN witty retorts and observant quips on the NORMALS.
Do you possess the skills to break a shark’s back in four places? NO. If you did, you wouldn’t be here. Do you feel confident no matter the situation you find yourself in? NO. If you did you wouldn’t be here.
What is this? This is...
This Shit is Uninspired.
“HOT DAMN!” Staples shouted as he slammed the door behind him. “I been running for the last 10 blocks trying to get here.”
“Why?” Lisa said slowly.
Staples shook the rain off his boot and looked up impatiently. “What do you mean, “whyyy.”” making fun of her long way of talking.
“I ran here because the speech starts any minute...
Dry Winter Day
When I was four, I saw my mother naked. She knew I was looking and in a matter-of-fact way covered her breasts then wrapped a towel around her torso. She continued to look at me as she brushed her wet hair.
I don’t remember what she asked me or if she spoke but I do remember the sound of the stiff bristles working through her hair.
A plastic rake on frozen ground.
I’m not...
Thinking of Ancestors
In the days following the wedding, Margaret felt uncomfortable. Food passed without regard. Her shows, which she looked forward to and DVR’d even as she watched them piled up in large fragmented loafs on the hard drive. Margaret wasn’t feeling right and knew why.
At 4:45, minutes before the photographer wrangled the wedding party together, Sterling touched her breast. It was an...
Coconuts and Piranhas
Coconuts don’t know how to behave once they’ve left the tree. It could be that once separated from the pod, and outer shell [need wikipedia terms for parts of coconuts] maybe husk- husk. When separated from the husk and other coconuts they become scared and their bad attitudes are simply an emotional defense mechanism. Another theory is that they are just dicks. The tropical fruit/nut...
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