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I have a few minutes. I need to head over to my PCP to get some Hep shots, and maybe a flu shot. I’m going in gym clothes. Because then all I have to do is strip off my hoodie and then they can...

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I know the last entry was myopic and selfish. That is the nature of diaries isn’t it? We go to our diaries to stare at our belly buttons and feel sorry for ourselves. I deserve better than that,...

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Last February I thought I was dead. I started writing letters only to break down crying. I never got through one. I didn’t even get through a rewrite of my will. You can’t kill me until I giv...

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Frank FM 106.5 was playing back to back, uninterrupted Boston on my way back from breakfast this morning. Hollyann to Something About You to Rock and Roll Band to Peace of Mind as I turned into ...

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You come down the stairs, unsteady in those heels. Your long blonde hair falling over your shoulder. Your Swedish blue eyes sparkling as you comment about how you have forgotten how hard walkin...

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I’m on the hook for a story, or a part story, of a thousand words by tomorrow at midnight. The Genre is “Contemporary Fiction” which is just another umbrella term like “Speculative Fiction.” Mea...

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My friend Gary, one of my high school friends I have breakfast with nearly every Sunday morning. His dad is dying. Not expected to make it through the week. He’s 94, and a Navy Vet. The Pacifi...

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Not great, but it doesn’t completely suck. One of my many attempts at fiction - Lila 6/27/2012 I looked to the port and saw our three mosquito craft astern and slightly trailing. Over the wirele...

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Not great, but it doesn’t completely suck. One of my many attempts at fiction - Lila 6/27/2012 I looked to the port and saw our three mosquito craft astern and slightly trailing. Over the wirele...

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I suppose it is this time each year. The air conditioners are out of the windows. In the absence of white noise Mister Tinnitus, which the VA denies, starts whispering. I don’t know what he is...

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Right in front of me the whole time. For years I have tried to see her. I knew she was Spanish. I knew she was fierce. I knew she was beautiful. But because the character was a composite, as a...

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I’m in a weird headspace. I’m in a graduate level writing class, so I am paying a lot of attention to the way words are put together. Al Stewart’s “Roads to Moscow” is genius. Two broken Tiger...

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The problem with arbitrary deadlines is that the universe really doesn’t give a fuck. Yesterday I went up to ‘Salem’s Lot and had a burger with my sister and the folks. Sister is on a plane to ...

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Sometimes I don’t like the way my computer doesn’t seem to know when I am doing school work or when I am needing to talk. Tonight the Word screen pops on the left. The academic. It should have o...

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I’m not Jewish. But I think two weeks is long enough for me to stack my shit back up and start stopping. Around this time two weeks ago one of the best friends I have ever had killed herself. W...

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Freewrite 9 19 19 That’s a lot of nines. Microsoft word frustrates me. Try as I may try as I might it randomly picks a font. Military standard and scholastic standard is Times New Roman 12 Point...

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I am supposed to be freewriting 2-3 hours a day. I haven’t gotten anywhere close to that. Every time everything seems alright I remember and the wind comes out of my sails. My very last interact...

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I cant believe you aren’t right there at the other end of the text stream. I waited this morning, watching the Sunday Morning News Shows, for your name and number to ghost up on the upper right c...

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I am heartbroken and numb. Goddamn it Sandy.

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I am heartbroken and numb. Goddamn it Sandy.

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I got up this morning intending to take a long walk. But it was cold. And I was too lazy to put on sweats. Okay. “Cold” needs a qualifier. All summer long I wear an Under Armour tank and sh...

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Me and Dad. The last two of a long line of career warriors. My son broke the run, some thousand years in the making.

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ID It’s Sunday morning. I have a couple of hours to waste, and the news isn’t all that interesting. Up to ‘Salem’s Lot for the annual August family cookout. I’m not even on the hook for anyth...

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ID It’s Sunday morning. I have a couple of hours to waste, and the news isn’t all that interesting. Up to ‘Salem’s Lot for the annual August family cookout. I’m not even on the hook for anyth...

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My love, It is past my birthday now. I have made it to 57. In my teens and early twenties I really didn’t think I would see the end of my forties. We think we choose a path until we find our s...

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