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The Writing Desk: August 2006

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Wednesday, August 23, 2006. There is no god. And i don’t care. That’s how i feel today. Or maybe that’s how i want to feel. I’m tired of spiritual battles. It’s easier to just be an atheist. And be done with it. I’m so apathetic. I don’t even feel like. Wednesday, August 16, 2006. Not Saying No (2006). I don’t even want to say no. That’s the sad thing. I’m a slave to addiction. Driving me to destruction. Anything to feel better for an evening. Or a few minutes.

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The Writing Desk: September 2006

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Friday, September 29, 2006. Serialized Short Story Part II. And the books had introduced love to her in a personal way too, for it was a chance bump between two shoulders in a library fiction aisle that had brought romance into her life. When she found out her new roommate had a beau in Europe, her blue eyes rolled dramatically around their sockets. 8220;Oh dear,” she said. “You’re one of those.”. That can’t happen here! My father told me an invasion of America woul...

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The Writing Desk: December 2006

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Friday, December 29, 2006. Upon Reflection It Seems Rather Silly (2006). Upon reflection it seems rather silly. I pass a field that was once. A wide sweeping expanse of rolling green hills. But now its a forest of gray stones. Marking the spots where diligent humans. And buried the remains of corpses. Who were once important to them. It seems so useless. These fields of stones and bones. The graves are of no use. And the remains no longer house. Monday, 8:32 am.

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The Writing Desk: July 2007

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Monday, July 30, 2007. A Hell of a Night. But anyway, for now, here's a really bad short story from my college days. As I recall, this was based partly on a short story I first wrote for an assignment in my high school English Comp class, circa 1992-1993. Enjoy and feel free to laugh. A HELL OF A NIGHT. The tallest figure reached the stone first and bent down to read the name. The shorter man said, wincing as the rain pelted his face. He and the other began digging ...

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The Writing Desk: March 2007

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Friday, March 16, 2007. I Forgot I Was a Writer (2007). This is a brand new, shitty, whiny, woe-is-me poem, but it's what I feel like today, so here you go. I forgot i was a writer. Sometimes you get so. On other stuff –. Other stuff not nearly so important –. That you forget about. The important stuff –. And then you remember why you forgot. In the first place,. And it’s because you were a failure. And it’s probably. Friday, March 09, 2007. On little cat feet.

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The Writing Desk: December 2007

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Thursday, December 20, 2007. New Poem and Update. I used to search for god. Or in the ancient texts. Or in the words of the man in the suit. But i couldn't find god there. Then i looked for god. And later in the writings of the sages and bodhisattvas. But i couldn't find god there either. Now i look for god in the sky. And in the stars. And in the trees. And in the ancient texts. And in the writings of the sages and bodhisattvas. And i find god there in a way.

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The Writing Desk: October 2007

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Sunday, October 14, 2007. In Clouds of Glory, Part III. July 17, 1916. Aboard the Miriam Moray. Ill with seasickness. If I survive the war, I think I’ll stay in France to avoid the wretched trip home across this God-forsaken body of water. Sunday, October 07, 2007. In Clouds of Glory, Part II. July 16, 1916. I must admit, I miss my mother’s cooking already. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. In Clouds of Glory, Part III. In Clouds of Glory, Part II.

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The Writing Desk: November 2006

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Thursday, November 30, 2006. Flit through the mind,. Treading with feline touch. The soft scent of femininity,. Like a finger curling:. A painted fingernail,. A carefree flip of the hair. The colorful plumage of. Swirling in a maelstrom,. A flame dancing within a hurricane lamp,. Playing tricks with shadow and light. Thinking somehow this one’s different,. This one might be real,. Where all the others were. Revolutions within a glance. The lower back,. In the heart,.

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The Writing Desk: April 2007

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Sunday, April 22, 2007. 8220;let me get a wish,”. The little girl said as she. Picked a fluffy dandelion from the yard. She blew and the down escaped on the wind,. Swirling and floating on the breeze,. Ever upward until disappearing into the. It reminded me of my own wishes and dreams,. And how they had swirled and floated for a while. Like down in the wind. Wednesday, April 18, 2007. I woke up this morning thinking about writing. Because of work and school. I am a ...

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The Writing Desk: May 2007

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A collection of my poetry and stories. Wednesday, May 30, 2007. Mark Twain's "The War Prayer". It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety's sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way. Then home from the war, bronzed heros, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! God's servant and y...