The Way They Used To (2016)

First I was an infant, human being in the simplest terms. I did not know words, just gratification. Dad said they don’t make ’em like they used to, for I was physical proof of his shortcomings but my mother loved me, and that’s never changed. Then I was a toddler, meaningless monster with a happy […]

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Bedtime Stories (2016)

Tell me a story, Daddy. Do you want a happy one or scary? Maybe a touch of both? Tell me about the ghosts so I can feel unfinished but leave out how close they came to purgatory. Tell me about the terror, realizing the error of old ways, but don’t describe their faces, please; you […]

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My Baby You’ll Always Be

Children of divorce imagine wars on individuality, though actually, we were better off as blanket statements. That history is ancient now, somewhat cantankerous, and right where I anchored it, my inner vagrant settled. Dad, never worth his parental mettle, bet against us and there’s a husk of humanity where his presence ain’t, vanity in lieu […]

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Bully

She came to me, disproportionate tears on standby. “Dad, I want to be friends but other kids make me cry, can you tell me why they think me different?” (my whole childhood in flashbacks; she’s only five). “Dad?” “Hmm?” “Can you tell me why?” (words defeat me) Taking her on my knee, I tell her, […]

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the way they used to

First I was an infant, human being in the simplest terms. I did not know words, just gratification. Dad said they don’t make ’em like they used to, for I was physical proof of his shortcomings but my mother loved me, and that’s never changed. Then I was a toddler, meaningless monster with a happy […]

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be strong, little Jedi

There’s no master plan, young Padawan, though I long for days there used to be. There are but wars of small convenience big pictures rendered meaningless when pieced together. Better worlds are treasonous for there’s no shortage of genius to mend what ails. Where we fail’s not in ideals or ambition but a uniform will, […]

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bedtime stories 

Tell me a story, Daddy. Do you want a  happy one or scary? Maybe a touch of both? Tell me about the ghosts so I can feel unfinished but leave out how close they came to purgatory. Tell me about  the terror, realizing the error of old ways,  but don’t  describe their  faces, please;  you […]

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