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Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Sanity

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FINDING JESUS"This is a police report," she announced, twisting her lips like she'd just bitten into a lemon. Then she waved the damn piece of paper as if the young man had asked for a better view."Oh?""It says you're convinced" Her arm fell, her eyes searching his as if she desperately sought to read his mind. "you're God." ... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Childhood

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My favorite window faces east. So I reflect at daybreak, inviting the fiery sky to ignite recollection. Then my heart rides the sun as it scales a jagged horizon. The mountains below remind me of home, a home nearly eight hundred miles east, a home I left over three decades ago. It lies on the morning side of the Rockies, wh... More..

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Technology

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I'm a stubborn man; the end of my nose is usually as far as I go when it comes to foresight. Thus, shifts in perspective (moments of clarity, I call them) are rare for me. So it was some years back (almost a quarter century, I'd say) that I had my most recent. But it was a beauty, as far as moments of clarity go, a true epiph... More..

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: War in Iraq

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Sorry, fellow citizens. But we have only ourselves to blame. Yes, we have only ourselves to blame for the insanity of this war and the arrogance with which it is waged. I'm not talking about the tired old claims about the West's responsibility for the colonial exploitation of the Arab world, though God knows there's been plen... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Finding love

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PRESSED FROM ROSES "It was a dream," she murmured. "That's all." Laura sat on the weathered bench, watched her fingers twist the tattered tassels of her mother's woolen shawl, a wrap she'd chosen mindful of the humid cold. She twirled the faded fabric, recalling short autumn days decades before. "Innocent, really," she adde... More..

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Addiction

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My descent was incremental. It was also emblematic, I'm told, thus my petulance. How maddening, after all those years I spent convinced I was utterly unique, to learn I was no different than a million other drunks who'd come before. The seeming abruptness of my descent was also an illusion, at least to me, since those who kne... More..

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Life

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Dignity Dignity consists not in honors,but in knowing we deserve them. -Aristotle-I was six. He was eight. That's all: just fourteen years on this earth between us. Yet they added up to a rite of passage nonetheless.I was new to the neighborhood and he was the resident bully, a task he took to with zeal, not only assaulting m... More..

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