Posted in Untitled Fiction Series, tagged Barack Obama, Birds, Death, Fiction, Flying, I-5, Series, Short Story, Washington on November 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I had a hangover when I saw the birds. In a flurry, their movements blossomed above a cascade of cars belting northbound. There were two flocks. They approached and admired each other, seeming to bow almost, a mutuality recognized, and the pair began this festive dance, the one group swayed and mixed with the second [...]
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Posted in Uncategorized on November 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Getting older was something I did when I was younger.
That’s pretty much it.
There isn’t a complicated poem with a metaphor.
There isn’t a story.
There isn’t a pattern.
There is what I learn, when I learn it, and then I apply it to my life.
Theories need outlets.
Or they blow a fuse, break a gasket.
The primacy of I,
You can [...]
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Posted in Untitled Fiction Series, tagged Age, Barack Obama, Berryman, Chapter, Distractions, Fiction, Life, Running, School, Series, Tennyson, Thomas on November 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This is the official first chapter of a fictional series that I have been working on in my head as well as on pieces of paper for about nine months now. A previous chapter has already been published through this outlet. It is the previous post. Expect more and in a linear fashion.
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I’ve learned that [...]
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Posted in Fiction, Untitled Fiction Series, tagged Art, Barack Obama, Cats, Change, Duplication, Everything, Fiction, Life, Short Story on November 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I get lost in thought. Sometimes my wind wanders to different places during conversation, that curious child manifesting itself in my mind. I miss crucial points of stories. I don’t listen when someone tells the punchline on a joke. I’ll forget when we were lost in each others eyes. I won’t remember your name; My [...]
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