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Wrong Turns
It was a wrong turn, on the wrong Saturday night, down the wrong street and into the wrong dive bar. It was fate, he thought as the mafioso muscle man at the door patted him down. Danny was used to...
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Status Update for July 9, 2014
I am moving to a twice a week posting schedule starting this week. I will continue to participate in The Daily Post and the number of blog posts I write may vary per week, but I am committed to...
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Asphalt Dreams
Shadows of Ise 1 | Asphalt Dreams Pressed between a thousand shoulders, Umeda throbs; a human river flowing through the swollen arcades – Face down with the roar of footfalls on rolling pavement;...
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Alone
There’s a strange yet beautiful thing that happens when you sit down at your writing space, without the foggiest idea what you’re going to write. Because after a few minutes, words begin to form. First...
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Writing Pain
I find writing – for the most part – to be an enjoyable experience. There’s the wonder of discovery, where you end up at a place in your writing that you never planned. Then there’s the learning that...
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Serpentine
Disease spills from every corner East and west, black and white Liquid death knows no border As a snake in a bag takes flight (Update: It might be helpful for some to read this along with the poem as...
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Obscurity
Letters from the Nether 1 | The Joy of Obscurity The rain brought me here today. From parched and broken dust-blown fields. From burning swathes of western highlands. From glacier speckled peaks....
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Paper August
Shadows of Ise 2 | Paper August a street lamp dulled against darkened skies radiance flickered and spent a paper moon eclipsed by tiled roofs along a road no one travels flowers ashen against...
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Update for July 3rd, 2014
Given the short work week and holiday here in America, I’ll be away from my blog for the next few days. I’ll have my trusty pen and notebook with me, however, so there will be more original content...
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Of Love
Till through Elysian garden islets By thee, most beautiful of pilots Where never mortal pinnace glided, The boat of my desire is guided: - Percy Bysshe Shelley I was reading ferociously these past...
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