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circa 2005 A Hare’s Tale I know of the men but I know nothing of the hare’s tale so I am forced to deduce it from the men involved and the circumstances of the situation I know of from personal life. Honesty and moral fiber force leave me no other choice than to tell that… Continue reading A Hare’s Tale

February 2020 You came into the kitchen to make some tea and I wanted to do nothing more than hold you close but you were sick (I saw the paperwork was on the passenger seat as I rolled your window up, it was raining) and hate that then so I stood there and kept making… Continue reading Missed Messages

“You gotta find someone crazy enough to let you do it.”That was the final rule Charles gave.The first was to make sure your hand was completely dry.Mr. Charles Logan was explaining how to slap the molten iron pouring from the foundry during a pour. I only know Charles as he is around a foundry. That… Continue reading Shadowboxing Prometheus

February 2020.   I recall a fog of a moment walking. The bathroom door partway open. My step mom slumped over the toilet. She died that night, maybe right after but I know not before. They said when she fell over from there she hit her head. I don’t know. That room was nothing but… Continue reading Finding the cool spot on a July day.

I was walking the dog the other night and the ads through the music stream reminded of transmissions from another dimension. That multi-verse timeline insanity is a spaghetti wire of chaos but it is not implausible. Is the divergence continuous or discrete? The Flip Side. 2019 Kyle called me up a few weeks back. It… Continue reading transmissions

Poisoned to inconsequence. Daniel Redmond Wallace. 2019 “You want a belt?” The kind old man in the passenger’s seat asked. “Naw, Im cool.” It was another day oozing cold rain. Weather that can get you cold to your deepest soul and had been filling all the pores of the world up so that the ground… Continue reading Real Talk