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Creative Nonfiction v3: Pay Attention (working title)

There is a look that I have grown to recognize; one that creeps up mid-conversation and fills me with dread. It says “Ok, I hear you. Uh, yeah. Okay. I get it already”. It says “Why is he still talking?”. It shows a polite disinterest, a rising level of conversation-fatigue. My mind floods with questions: [...]

Posted 02 April 2006 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction § Writing ‡ Comments (0) °

Wretched Radiant Burning 3/20

Wretched. It’s all wretched. She is wretched, “So he sits in the back of the class.” It sounds like a parent-teacher conference. Maybe a “So, Again I think he’s just a little bit allover the place.” So she says she will give him directions. but there is a pause, her mouth hangs, and her hand [...]

Posted 02 April 2006 † Yuletide § Snippets ‡ Comments (0) °

Muted Tones

Muted Tones are nice sometimes. They are almost the opposite of the blaring, “I don’t trust you enough to let you find me on your own so I’m going to screech in obnoxious colors — like a TV ad or billboard. Muted colors just sit back like muted people; muted people don’t necessarily have muted [...]

Posted 02 April 2006 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction § Shorts § Writing ‡ Comments (0) °

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disorder: lack of order, my mind is disordered — or I like to think it has its own unique order. I tend to have trouble remember– names, faces, places, times — sometimes. My girlfriend jokes that she can be my memory for me — which is nice, but still not quite the same. My life [...]

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Rofy the Rooster (2/20/06)

The ice was slippery on that fateful day. When rofy the rooster fucking ate it– ate it BIG. Who knew the ice would be so thin? Or was it his bad bird-karma. As if birds had separate karmas.

Posted 02 April 2006 † Yuletide § Fiction § Incoherence § Writing ‡ Comments (0) °

Creative Non-Fiction v2 (work in progress)

There is a look that I have grown to recognize; one that creeps up mid-conversation and fills me with dread. It says “Ok, I hear you. Uh, yeah. Okay. I get it already”. It says “Why is he still talking?”. It shows a polite disinterest, a rising level of conversation-fatigue. My mind floods with questions: [...]

Posted 02 April 2006 † Yuletide § Exercises § Work in Progress § Writing ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: ,