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This is a running list of where you can find my writing if you are interested. Hopefully this list grows over the next decade. I feel like publishing at least one short story a year is a good goal (though I write a lot more than that): Camera - published in Blank, the fiction publication by the wonderful and online Dirt. Thank you Daisy. Forever Magazine VII: Made in the USA - My first piece in…
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Garden observations
they are going to the big dance but they left their shoes the dancing ones with the gold returned home and lost on the way found a new pair of shoes at the dancing store unlost and walked all the way back home to get the dog and they went to the big dance again forgot the hair and went back locked out of their apartment and the dog hungry and thirsty they break in but forgot the water was broken…
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my cat Sylvia’s mass cell tumor diagnosis (bad) and I wanted to share pictures of my cat on my blog that I don’t even know if anybody reads and also I want to metaphysically influence the outcome of Sylvia’s cancer screening (trying anything I can, throwing mud at this point), which is happening the very moment I post this: When Sylvia wants water, she stands by the sink and her bobtail vibrates…
I was homesick alone for Thanksgiving and always trying to think up ways to make money. I decided to copy the Vidalia Onions guy by selling Mississippi Sweet Potatoes directly to consumers online. I read his blog post “I sell onions on the internet” several years ago and have always wondered if I could do that with Mississippi Sweet Potatoes. So I spent my lonesome holiday creating a website and…
cows It feels like an awful betrayal when a dairy farmer takes away the dairy cow’s calf. The farmer either sells the calf or grows it to be eaten. You’re taking care of that dairy cow and she gives you her child because she trusts you so much. I’m complicit in this act: the farmer kidnaps the calf and slaughters it, then the farmer sits down at the dinner table to eat a steak he cooked on a grill…
two gnats landed on my knee facing different ways backed up into each other i couldn’t see the details but their clear bodies looked different there was a darker one who seemed phallic still how they were together i expected it to end soon but they stayed there butted together backed up into each other resting on my knee not moving lightly vibrating together dude should’ve cummed in that amount of…