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July 7, 2010Today the radio told me, / it was Gustav Mahler's 150th birthday / And Ringo Starr's 70th too.
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Jul 8, 2010
The Ballad of Texas Walker Norris (Short Story)I met him on the Amtrak line to Central Jersey. His name was Walker, and his surname Norris. I thought there was a certain charm to that. He was a Texas man, and he fell right into my image of what a Texas man should look like. Walker was tall, about 6’4”, with wide shoulders and blue eyes. He had semi-long hair, tied into a weak ponytail that hung down from the wide brim hat he wore on his head. As for the hat, you could tell it had seen better days, and the brim was starting to droop slightly from excessive wear. Walker had on a childish smile that he seemed to wear perpetually, as if he were entirely unmoved by the negative experiences of his own life. I have often thought back to this smile, and wondered if I would trade places with him, knowing that I could be so unaffected by my suffering. I always end up choosing despair, though, because I am a writer, and so despair to me is but a reservoir of creativity. Still, there is a certain romance to the way Walker braved the world’s slings and arrows, almost oblivious to the cruel intentions with which they were sent at him. / “I never think people are out to get me.” I remember him saying, in the thick, rich, southern drawl with which he spoke, “Some people just get confused sometimes. Ma’ momma always used to tell me, ‘There ain’t nothing wrong with trustin’ everyone, but soon as you don’t trust someone trustworthy, then you’ve got another problem on your hands.’”—He was full of little gems like that. / As it turns out, Walker had traveled all the way from his hometown in Texas, in pursuit of his runaway girlfriend, who in a fit of frenzy, had run off with his car…and his heart. The town that he lived in was a small rinky-dink miner’s village that had been abandoned for years and had recently begun to repopulate. It had no train station and no bus stop, and so when Walker’s girlfriend decided to leave with his car, he was left struggling for transportation. This did not phase Walker however, who set out to look for his runaway lover in the only place he thought she might go to—her mother’s house.
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Jun 27, 2010
Aita (Happy Father's Day)I didn’t toss the ball / With Pop at six / I didn’t hunt or fish
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Jun 20, 2010
Lost CauseIt's been a year, two weeks, and four days now since she left me, thought the man, adding up his calculations on a cocktail napkin he wasn't using anymore. / He downed his fourth whiskey, but it didn't help, so he ordered a double for his next drink. / You ok? asked the bartender. Yeah, he said with little conviction, and then he chewed the ice from his drink, and turned to look at the bar door.
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Jun 5, 2010
MailI wrote you a letter, / To wish you a happy birthday. / And I addressed it to you,
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Jun 5, 2010
Would you?If tomorrow you found out that I was hit by someone's car, / Or I was eaten by a bear, / Or I was shot,
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Jun 5, 2010
The Ann Arbor Shuffle (Short Story)The Boy woke up at around a quarter to noon, and to his deep surprise, he found that he had not awoken where he had planned to the night before. Instead, he found himself in a strange bed, in a strange room, on a strange street, with a strange girl next to him. Of course, the girl was not so strange, as he had met her twice before, and the room, at least, he knew had to be somewhere in Ann Arbor, but that was certainly the extent of what he knew of his situation, basically, pretty much, that’d be what he told people later on, and would believe himself. He looked around, and he was shocked, and he remembered in a flash that this might not be very good boyfriending on his part, and in a fit of guilt, or maybe exhaustion or in forfeit, he leaned his head back once again and fell asleep for a while longer. / When the Boy woke up again, it had turned to one in the afternoon. He woke up this time with a mop sweat, and his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes burning from the salt water. The Girl was now awake also, and she was brushing her hair quietly, on her roommate’s bed right next to where the Boy was now sitting upright. / “I should go now.” The Boy tried to say, but before he spoke the Girl smiled at him, and crawled over and kissed him softly.
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May 30, 2010
BlanketI don’t want to go crazy, / I don’t want to be sad / Or depressed
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May 26, 2010
A Much Sought After DilemmaThe girl in the city / Is a lot of fun to ***** / And I like to talk to her about ***** things
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May 26, 2010
A Dead Novelist (Short Story)“I’d rather be a novelist than a filmmaker.” / “The novel’s dead.” / “Well then I’d rather be dead.” The man said.
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May 24, 2010
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