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Chapter Fourteen will not get writ. Whatever I do it doesn’t get finished. Exercises don’t complete it nor do story prompts nor new experiences nor role play. The story doesn’t want to be completed. The chapter will simple not come … Continue reading →

I’m sorry it didn’t work out and I couldn’t drive you around today as you asked me to yesterday and the day before. I’m sorry I wasn’t convenient for your service. I’m sorry I had other things to do that … Continue reading →

Society moves too fast. I am too old. I am feeling increasingly on the wrong side of history. I know. I’m ashamed of some of my positions my need for air conditioning on a sunny day. I know I should … Continue reading →

We wait quietly in the night for the chance of escape. It is coming, we know, but we’re not sure of its schedule or if our exit will be in time. A storm’s coming and it could be dangerous. It … Continue reading →

(Margarita and Dick) As we drove through the countryside I sat between you and your wife feeling each of your touches with every curve and bump, being the buffer between you. When we stopped at the church I explored alone … Continue reading →

If she had gotten too close too fast I’d probably have been worried but since the deer was easing away from me just as I sought to stretch towards her I felt like the dance was taking its expected form. … Continue reading →

Drive just eleven miles east of Athens and you’ll come to New York, population fifteen. Founded over one hundred and fifty years ago, the town never really got off the ground – not with sprawling Jacksonville, all fourteen thousand citizens, … Continue reading →

A salute, please, to Eric Peterson, Headmaster at St. George’s near Newport, who bravely notified his students and school’s alumni and, well, the world of the sexual abuse going on during previous administrations. At potential risk to his institution and … Continue reading →

I can picture him still: big, bulky, bearish a lumberjack build easily brandishing that mighty axe, swinging it wildly across the stage before expertly holding and playing such barrish chords. I could tell from his bellow exactly what he looked … Continue reading →

Were there photos taken when you would take the railroad to the city from the towns to reach Washington Square Park and listen to the folk singers and play with the folk singers and sing with the folk singers? Were … Continue reading →