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He has nice eyes and he’s tall


I hope he doesn’t suck. I won’t fuck him tonight. I hope he’s not as cute as he is in his photos. I am not going to fuck him tonight. Maybe I won’t like him at all. Hopefully I can … Continue reading

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Returning to the scene of the crimes against the written word


I am back. The words will pour like liquid from a stream. Or not at all. Like liquid from a stream that isn’t a stream – just a dried-out valley that once had a stream. Well, if it was probably … Continue reading

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Favorites


My two boys. One seven, one almost three months. Smiles from strangers. Making you laugh. Odd bursts of affection: giving and receiving. Secret compliments. Roundness. Knowledge. Knowing the answers to questions. My career. My mother, my sister, my nieces and … Continue reading

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