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SlimJim

I could hear my dad’s voice but I couldn’t see him since I was lying on my side facing the desert. “Don’t hurt my boy.  I will give you anything you want.” I was duct-taped, naked, freezing, and had a … Continue reading

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Something Outside the Tent

When he gripped me by the wrist and whispered to be quiet, I knew that it hadn’t been my imagination, that there really was something outside the tent.  It had been two days since he had taken me hostage, near  the front … Continue reading

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Encounters

a person can be a meadow you slowly walk through wild-flower spangled in the early morning light, another a stony courtyard horse hoofs sparking as they clop clop clop. one, two, three stepping stones, across a fast moving brook, or … Continue reading

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Your Heart Should Have Buoys

Your heart should have buoys around its shores warning any adventurous sort not to venture too close. With flashing strobes and a strident moan… stay back stay back stay back. But there’s always going to be someone like me willing … Continue reading

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As She Gathered Her Skirts

As she gathered her skirts and headed briskly up the staircase she hoped the view was worth the strain on her tender lungs, bruised from the ill-fated excursion to the Teparda bog the evening before. The effects of the poisonous … Continue reading

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Lasso Of Truth

I don’t know where you are because you are in another room. I don’t know how you feel because your voice too faint to hear. I don’t know what I said, or didn’t say I don’t know why you bowed … Continue reading

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Jennifer Jumping

In the dream she’s always falling Falling seems to drive the dream. From shark fin cliffs– Through clouds that smell of buttermint, Her arms are wide to ride the wind. No ghost hand shove, no skittered stones & slip of … Continue reading

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