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She winds the string around a finger. It limits her circulation and the tip swells, purpling. She considers constriction an

     Vinnie’s Café found it difficult to fit the sixty-seven men and women that came to have breakfa

      The Crone crafted the puppet from flotsam, with a dull carver’s blade. With a brush h

It looked bad, but it really wasn’t, right? There wasn’t that much blood and it was only cutting anyways, which

She sidles shivering in behind the sheet of corrugated steel that obscures the entrance. With any luck the snow will keep f

Every morning we’d lay side by side watching sun tongue up grooves in warped wainscoting, silent on the mattress on t

Creative. Never colored within the lines.

     The distance between tall stands of summer corn and the creek bank spans a mere two lanes as our c

Sick caught and would not let go. It charged her wraithly frontline of microbial reserves and jammed her workings up. A tin

        We falsely held hope that warnings would present themselves before an erupt

I walked outside into the warm night air. It was a characteristic southern night, if not a bit muggy. The moon was a light

     “Have a great day ladies,” the waitress said as she swooped past the table and picked up the b

Three hours’ sleep in three days. Thoughts dig dank ditches in my brain. I want to lay in them and waste, befoul an entir

I stretched out on my beach towel and turned up the volume on my iPod.
Summer at last.
I heard my cell-phone

     She had been a regular customer at ABC toys as a child.  Some of her favori

         Our first date was awkward, but she knew this. I couldn’t see her mouth,

Caroline heard the thunder-clap before seeing the flash. She smelled smoke; the front porch was aflame. The windows had bar

I am constantly talked about because of how I look and act. I am treated different because I do not seem buff. Is this how

My first love once told me, “In order to truly know love, you must experience what love is not.  You must exper

At the dawn of creation everything was perfect. Perfect until sin was found in perfection:
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Worlds beyond imagination birthed by ink.

Drawer full of half written stories.

Teen daughter’s pregnancy birthed creative block.

Connect-the-Dots Mom

She was a good wife, a good mother, a good sister. What she was bad at was life. It ha

I stretched out on my beach towel and turned up the volume on my iPod.
Summer at last.
All of sudden I heard

        I craft you from flotsam with a wood carver’s knife. With a brush I paint

     I’ve made it a point to smoke as much as possible since they passed that goddamn law. &

THE BIRDS FELL OUTTA THE SKY

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moment of insanity. really big drawings

     With a wistful smile tugging at her lips, she walked barefoot on the lawn in the early hours of th