This is what I’ve got so far for my next writing project. Things are getting out of hand, fast. August 29, 1957 The three men hiking ever deeper into the Sierra Maestras marched in solemn silence. The one with the blindfold on chewed his inner lip, wondering if he had made a deadly miscalculation....
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12 Rounds and Down
Letting Go
Facebook note, August 2009 Five years ago I blew into Portland after a short, failed stint in San Diego. I was twenty, and the city seemed electric with possibilities I’d just begun to imagine. I had just secured a job at the Vanguard, the daily newspaper of the college I’d yet to take even...
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The Place Where Absolution Is Kept
Arriving in the City did not lighten Hugh Larister’s sullen mood. He had expected to feel soothed once he stepped off the No. 11 Overnight and onto the massive platform at Central Station. But there was no comfort in the cold, grey concrete or the massive throng of faceless passengers engaged in an intricate...
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Bitch Button
Bitch button I called you the other night When I walked the aisles Of the local grocery I was bored or lonely or both And thought maybe I’d see If you were either You let the phone ring twice And probably without much thought Sent me to voicemail –Owen R. Smith
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