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The Hermit and The Moon (Tarotredactyl)
You might very well have been one of the deaths of me.
Self Portrait with Stone
Once, I fell in love with a well-read, athletic, thoughtful young man.
Alterity, its Smooth Fingers and a Certain Happy Swelling in the Chest Area
One day, while I was observing information on a monitor, there was a bright flash.
It’s April
It’s April.
Wounded Deer
Buck is drinking Budweiser as he drives his kid home after Easter dinner at his mom’s trailer down in Lexington.
The motivation and the drive to commit identity theft
I don’t have a reason for Naomi.
Rewind
She had hoped no one would notice the quick hot flood down her right leg.
I Live in a Seaside Motel
I live in a seaside motel. On nights the ocean is lively I can lie in bed and hear it murmur midnight elegies.
Plague of the Hashtag
“Patient presents. STATES DEPRESSION IS STABLE. NO THOUGHTS OF SELF-HARM. DOING PRETTY WELL ON [redacted]. NO SIDE EFFECTS. REALLY NOT THAT MUCH EFFICACY, HOWEVER.”
Abandoned: An Archive
As a way of closing out our November abandoned work theme and of commemorating the end of another largely wasted decade of my life, I’ve combed through more than ten years of Google Docs and dredged the fertilizer lagoon of my computer’s Documents folder to find as many of my aborted creative projects as possible.