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A Thing for Words · 4h ago

And Crown Thy Good…

At the end of the bar, I saw old Mason Snyder sitting in his semi-usual ruminating funk, so I decided to slide my beer down there to here him out and see if we could repair the world a bit t...
A Thing for Words · 1d ago

To Do: Now What?

Wednesday, May 24 ~ The Last Day 1.  6:00 AM ~ Wake, shower, shave, kiss Pat goodbye, start commute. 2. Stop at Starbuck’s for Grande Pike Place. Tell barista Alyssa this will be last time I...
A Thing for Words · 3d ago

Never Forget Your First

“So what was it like? Your first kiss, I mean,” Liz said, figuring she might even know who first pressed her lips against mine and I reciprocated. Where do women come up with these questions...
A Thing for Words · 3d ago

Waited Too Long

There was a smell of Time in the air tonight … what does Time smell like? ~ Ray Bradbury As I passed her on the street, it hit me like a flash of light, blinding me for a second like headlig...
A Thing for Words · 3d ago

And All the Light Within

“Night keeps all your heart …” ~ Claus Terhoeven I surrendered myself to the darkness when you turned out the lights, a willing body and benighted soul wishing to follow your luminescent lea...
A Thing for Words · 4d ago

The Bucket List

My time’s growing short here, with so many things I’ve left hanging. But when your end-time grows near, yet your heart’s still banging, you make time to pull out a pen to make the list you n...
A Thing for Words · 4d ago

Return of the Bungu

Dainape-wenoo’-mukua, Man Carrying Spirits on His Back, always looked around once again to see if he was followed. A great priest such as he could ill afford any mere hunter or child, let al...
A Thing for Words · 6d ago

Restless

I didn’t know if she awoke before I did or I before she. I only know I could feel her eyes upon me. Just not her touch. “Yes, another restless night,” I said. “No, you didn’t keep me awake,”...
A Thing for Words · 6d ago

Casualties of Nightly Wars

My bed is a wasteland, an empty place upon which I lay my head each night and wait for Day to arrive and strip back the shroud under which I hide my body. Consciousness, that ever-soaring ni...
A Thing for Words · 1w ago

The Barksdale Pigeons

It was the singing that brought Tammany Bazanac out to the porch. She was used to hearing the soldiers singing, but she never had heard a tune so odd and voices so, well, foreign as these. A...