Category: Stories
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Types of couples observed from my studio apartment on a Friday night
[Here’s a little something I wrote last autumn. I don’t live in that city anymore, but I recently came across this in my drafts and wondered why I’d never posted it. It’s kinda fun. Maybe it’ll inspire a story or two.] The plain boy and fiery girl. He’s wearing a neutral green shirt over jeans […]
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strangers: kind
The start of what I hope to be an interesting and wholesome series on strangers I encounter or observe in the sundry spaces I inhabit. To the young mom who shopped at my local grocery store when I worked there, Thank you for always saving me a smile, for shopping on Wednesday afternoons because you […]
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“unsung, unmourned, undescribed”
You create yourself in ever-changing shapes that rise from the stuff of our days— unsung, unmourned, undescribed, like a forest we never knew —rainer marie rilke, book of hours II, 22 Thanksgiving dawned gloomy. Winds berated the little house and whipped around corners, sending cars careening down the hilly roads and trees bending precariously close […]
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City on a Hill
A white blanket of darkness lingers over the land. Drifting, dancing, swirling, silencing, the snow drapes across rooftops and dusts magic over parked cars and street lights. Faint squeals of joy from little ones echo through the hills, as the gruff scraping of shovels on asphalt indicate brothers’ persevering attempt to clear away the ice […]