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Travelling Quietly, Writing: September 2009

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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. He lay down his head, pulling off the old neckerchief from his head and putting it over his eyes. Squirming into a comfortable position, he clasped his hands behind his head, crossed his ankles and sighed with relief. Within minutes, he lay there, sleeping contentedly and snoring softly for all to hear. When the hobo woke a few hours later, he found he rested well and, even more surprisingly, at his feet lay such gifts as to take him aback un...

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Travelling Quietly, Writing: March 2009

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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. The bell hanging from the doorway to the shop in East Mickmack rang while the hinges lent their accompanying squeak. Seamus, looking up from his bent over position, noticed the haberdasher as he came in, walked to the counter and sighed with his whole body. Old man Johnson, he thought. The boy was 13 at the time. Afternoon, Mr. Johnson.". Aye Afternoon. You got any old leathers lying 'round the store I can take home? For the pup, you see.".

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Travelling Quietly, Writing: May 2010

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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. This goddamn chair is goddamn uncomfortable.". What did I tell you about taking the Lord's name in vain, Clinton? He hits himself. You think he'd go 'Medamnit! The older man chuckles and eyes his son. You're trying too hard, Pop.". I suppose not. Hey, can I ask you something,? What makes these divets here, in the wood? Clinton hands the branch to Howard, who turns it over in his hand, feeling the grooves left behind. Thanks," he says. OK OK H...

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Travelling Quietly, Writing: The Exchange

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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. The pain in his gut was so intense it made his head buzz. He lay on the cold concrete, his warm blood seeping beneath him and staining the ground, his clothes, his backside. And my mom said to always wear clean underwear," he thought. "Good use that's doing." He smiled to himself, thinking of his mother: her warm cocoa eyes, her smile to him when he was a child, the way her hands made soup for him when he was sick. View my complete profile.

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Travelling Quietly, Writing: June 2010

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Travelling Quietly, Writing. A ragged accumulation of writing. Making for the Shore. He wiped his brow and took slow breaths, opening his eyes to see what lay before him. The distant shore was no longer distant, but a mammoth of mesas and shoreline stretched out before him. The boy cried, silently, to himself. He continued on, kicking and paddling again, head down. He had done it. He swam to Sanctuary. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Making for the Shore.

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ABOUT | Sonoran Stories

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Narrative Meditations from the American Southwest. Brothers and sisters and good dogs,. Almost all of the musings from this time period, by the way, can be accessed through the West Texas Prologue. The format of Sonoran Stories is intentionally minimalist, and it’s not a particularly original concept. I feel obliged to acknowledge those artists and writers from whom I have taken great structural inspiration: One Sentence. And The One Minutes. Vaya con dios,. Original theme by Raygun.

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Di persimpangan jalan itu, kugadaikan ci … | Sastra Kilat: Bermain dengan Ide Sekelebat

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Sastra Kilat: Bermain dengan Ide Sekelebat. 08:55:37 pm on Januari 16, 2009 0. Di persimpangan jalan itu, kugadaikan cintaku pada seorang iblis yang telah menunggu. Tinggalkan Balasan Batalkan balasan. Ketikkan komentar di sini. Isikan data di bawah atau klik salah satu ikon untuk log in:. Alamat takkan pernah dipublikasikan). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Logout. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Logout. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Logout.

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kepadanya | Sastra Kilat: Bermain dengan Ide Sekelebat

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Sastra Kilat: Bermain dengan Ide Sekelebat. 03:16:26 am on Juni 19, 2009 0. Kepadanya, seseorang bertanya tentang langit yang begitu biru dan pelangi yang memancing haru. Maka di tepian itu ia termangu, menjadi satu dengan seluruh ragu. Tinggalkan Balasan Batalkan balasan. Ketikkan komentar di sini. Isikan data di bawah atau klik salah satu ikon untuk log in:. Alamat takkan pernah dipublikasikan). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Logout. Beri tahu saya komentar baru melalui email.