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The Stuff From Before
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Category Archives: Writing
Cherries in the Snow
She tells me I have lipstick on my cheek. I don’t wear lipstick is all I think as I thank her and head to a mirror to check. It isn’t just lipstick I see looking back at me. There you … Continue reading →
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Tagged dreamy, gone, i miss you, kisses, lipstick, lover, smudge
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candle in my palm
bleed out a whisperof another’s fingertipslies to lover’s lips
There is no last call in orthopedics.
“Do you ever miss waiting tables?” “No.” “Not even a little?” “It was shitty waiting tables.” “I mean I don’t miss the sidework, and some of the smells I don’t miss, but sometimes I miss the people.” “That is one … Continue reading →
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Tagged conversation, dialogue, fiction, nursing, table talk, There is no last call in orthopedics, waiting tables
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Third Thursday
He came to dinner every third Thursday. Tonight he’d brought a lovely white wine to go with the fish dish she’d emailed about on the e-vite. He sat in the car and watched her window. She was home, had been … Continue reading →
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Tagged casual, dinner, fiction, friends, short, Third Thursday, uncomfortable, watched, wine
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Wing Whack
Last year when I lost my mind and went to the mental hospital and spiraled into a deep dark depression I decided a couple of different things. Well several things. Well a lot of things. But let me stay on … Continue reading →
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Tagged Abby Cadabby, brain battles, depression, fairy tales, fiction, Kevyn, muppets, recovering, Sesame Street
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