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The Sitting Tree (short story)

She's out there somewhere looking for me. She's wondering where I've been. By now she's called all of my friends and they've probably told her roughly the same thing, "Haven't seen him in about a week, sorry, but if he stops by I'll tell him you asked about him again." Yeah, she's out there somewhere looking for me. Searching the places she knows I like to be, driving across town in her white Ford Taurus with her high beams on. She refuses to flick them into low, even after I told her the story of the east coast gang initiations back in the late 90's when gangbangers were riding around with their high beams on and the first person to flash their lights in protest would be hunted down and shot up. That was how they got in, it was proof that they were "down". She didn't care much about east coast stories, she was an Oregon girl through & through. It's getting colder in the valley, the leaves are beginning to drop and t

Hellow Bend, So Nice To Meet You

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Okay first things first, I had a killer time in Bend the other weekend. I realize an entire week has passed since the trip, but the memories are still pressed against my foreskin and I'm reeling in delight. I assure you, it was a good time indeed. Wait.. what? I meant to say forehead, obviously. I apologize to those of you who hightailed it outta here, and I commend those of you who stayed. Anyways.. we drove over Saturday afternoon, rented our hotel room, and then had several hours to kill before the concert. We decided (after much smart phone internet surfing) to head over to the Deschutes Brewery to take part in their brewery tour. Glad we did that, it was awesome. Great beer, great tour, great fun.   We followed up with dinner at the Deschutes Bar & Grill and ate some damn good pulled pork sandwiches and took part in the revelry as the Oregon Ducks continued their undefeated run at college football. During my breaking of the seal ceremony in the men's bathroom, I e

Father's War (short story)

"I promised them something from my father's war chest and I gave them my mother's love letters instead. Mind you, these were letters she wrote over the span of three years to a desolate 30 something playwright who lived on the other side of town. My father had been hurled halfway across the world, donned in leather boots and an olive green cotton death suit, a machine gun slung over his shoulder, while my mother stayed home, dutifully fucking a washed-up writer who lived in a soap box apartment in the side of a make-shift hill over on Liston Ave. She never loved my father, you see, but he never knew that. She played her role very well. She was also a talent at juggling, as it turns out." Edgar exclaimed as he lit another cigarette. J.B. sat in an avocado shaped chair across from him, his high fashioned boots glimmered in the incandescent lighting from overhead. He repositioned his fedora and tugged on one end of his scarf to get them even again. He had a notepad in

Just Another Blog

This will be a life update blog, for those of you who gorge themselves on the tasty fillings of my life. You'll notice my entries have thinned out a bit, the pace has turned down a few notches and this is for two reasons. The first being that I've been busy writing more poetry again, and when I get on a poetry kick everything else in my life gets pushed aside. Even if I have an interesting idea for a new short story, it gets kicked away like a neighbor's annoying dog if my brain is stuck in poetry mode. The other reason is that I have met someone. A girl. And if my last blog entry didn't clue you in that direction, then I did a good job of misleading you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go make another gin & tonic and switch my wet laundry over to the dryer. When I return I will give you more to read, that's a promise you can make to your mother. (10 minutes later) Hello punky chunks, it's me again. The laundry is now drying, my drink has been rep