Monthly Archives: December 2015

The Origin of Words

There came a moment in time when the old man, the old writer of words, began to question his motives and even the processes he had become familiar with.  Had he lost sight of the real world and merged reality … Continue reading

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The Pretty Girl

Earle is on a subtle, somewhat covert, search for a person who will fill the expansive void that consumes much of what has come to be a life of sorrowful endurance. He is, if nothing more, a habitual late night … Continue reading

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A Paper Life

I estimate that I knew Earle for over fifty years. When I was a young boy my parents bought a house on a quiet suburban street. It was a small two bedroom brick house with a partially finished basement. I … Continue reading

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Pulley-Bones

No place brings back old memories, some good and others not so good, like a cemetery. It seems to me that I can help keep alive the thoughts of those I spent so much of my life with by walking … Continue reading

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Zadkiel’s Mercy

Mr. Earl’s home was now, and had been for more than two years, a small three room unit at a local nursing home. He lived in unit, as the rooms were called, number 109. The room had a bathroom, a … Continue reading

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