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The Windswept Hereafter

Short fiction — He flicked the cigarette ash through the act of snapping his fingers while they were still around the burning paper tube. Gray particles shook off, wafting toward the earth in a slow and irregular descent. She reached toward him and he handed it over, exhaling out the other side of…

Fiction

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The Windswept Hereafter
The Windswept Hereafter
Fiction

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Happiness Doesn’t Come At The End

Short fiction — The crickets and frogs and all the other nighttime things were rustling the air with sounds that somehow fit together only in the darkness. They sat on an old wicker chair, her on his lap. There were two chairs on the concrete slab in the rear of the small house…

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Happiness Doesn’t Come At The End
Happiness Doesn’t Come At The End
Short Story

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What a Little Dog Taught Me About Acceptance and Second Chances

A year ago at this time, I was stocking the shelves of a nearby grocery store in exchange for $12.69 an hour and an allotment of all the leftover produce that was good enough to eat but too ugly to sell. After a 16 year relationship, my ex partner ghosted…

Love

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What a Little Dog Taught Me About Acceptance and Second Chances
What a Little Dog Taught Me About Acceptance and Second Chances
Love

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Thin Walls

Short fiction — The carpet in the closet always felt cooler to the touch than in his bedroom, especially in the balm of summer. The wispy fibers that weren’t worn down by the daily tread were upright and softer, too. When he laid his head down and his ear pressed into the floor…

Short Story

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Thin Walls
Thin Walls
Short Story

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The Girl On The Grass

Short fiction — When I saw her again she was getting high behind the fraternity houses. She was standing by a tree, walking around it in circles to avoid the spray of the rotating lawn sprinkler. Her timing was excellent. The entire action looked synchronized and reasonable. Her hair was in a…

Relationships

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The Girl On The Grass
The Girl On The Grass
Relationships

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ILLUMINATION

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Abuse Is Not The End

A partial memoir on life, love, and surviving the worst — The current idiom bandied about for the root cause of all terrible behavior is narcissism. I’m agnostic about whether that label applies to the people whom I need to overcome. What I know of my own shadow is that we are all capable of needing something and susceptible to hoping…

Mental Health

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Abuse Is Not The End
Abuse Is Not The End
Mental Health

13 min read


4 days ago

To The Bone

Short fiction — The windows to the house were opened and that was as close to air conditioning as the structure knew. The little breeze that was matriculating through the screens carried the dust of a field downwind that was being tilled. On the table were dinner plates that some would have considered…

Short Story

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To The Bone
To The Bone
Short Story

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Sep 19

High Water and the Heartstring Bridge

Short fiction — The smell of whiskey emanated from floorboards with an otherwise unremarkable history. It was a shitkicker bar where the hard heels of boots had shuffled back and forth enough to eradicate any hope of clean distinction. That was the charm of the place, if there is such a component to…

Short Story

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High Water and the Heartstring Bridge
High Water and the Heartstring Bridge
Short Story

9 min read


Sep 16

Native Tongue

Short fiction — John was close to sleep. The hammock was swaying just enough to make it feel like a mother’s love. The ocean hummed a washing in and out noise from the background that was loud enough to override the minutia of questions which found voice during a standard day. …

Short Story

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Native Tongue
Native Tongue
Short Story

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Sep 10

We All Fall Down

Short fiction — The strength with which he pulled open the doors to the emergency room was aided by the ferocity of adrenaline that peaks when all feels precariously close to lost. He was striding for the desk with unblinking blue eyes that looked like a glacier fading to the ocean. “Where’s she…

Short Story

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We All Fall Down
We All Fall Down
Short Story

8 min read

Mhstuart

Mhstuart

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I write about the America that exists between the coasts. Tulsa, OK.

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