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UnSaved (or Nah, I Ain’t Salty or Anything)

Black words on a white screen Beaten out of a halfhearted muse Stitched ideas in purple daze Leftover from the mind’s refuse A tired hand on Thursday night Wife and child, attentions fight Sore muscles, refracting sight But still accept … Continue reading

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Gene Roddenberry/Notorious BIG: Twin Prophets of Literature (or Why It’s Time To Embrace More Utopian Fiction)

  It’s always interesting learning things about yourself, right? *crickets* Maybe only sometimes. Okay, usually never. But for a creative type I think it’s essential. What inspiration makes us rise like Batman from the Lazarus Pit (a 20 minute recovery … Continue reading

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Shakespeare on Dope (or How I Learned to Love “To-Be” Verbs)

  To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, It’s a bit of twisted … Continue reading

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The Science of Luck

Being a writer, you learn the true secret to success: luck.  Hard work breaks you even and timing gives you a head start, but to be a bestseller you find luck and cultivate it.  Hoard it  Even write an ebook … Continue reading

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Escape

  Eventually you figure out there’s no luck in birth or in the life that follows:  you don’t always get parents that have a clue or live in a town that offers many reasons to stay;  milk doesn’t always make … Continue reading

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Achievements

The decorated gymnasium buzzed with chattering laughter and bad music.  Barry surveyed his old classmates, most unkindly aged, and bathed in his smugness.  He took a gulp of spiked punch and swept Cheryl into a prolonged kiss, a show of … Continue reading

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The Stork

The Stork liked to be well fed before he delivered.  He sopped up the last of the biscuit and gravy, fingernails slightly scraping the bottom of the plate. “Mmm, good stuff.” The couple smiled back, the husband uneasily, the wife … Continue reading

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