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Sensitive Skin gives hugs, viz to “Santa Fe Three-way”
What is retirement? The American dream, right? Shed the job, cruise into the easy life. Lawn chairs and mai tais by the pool. Or a heart attack at 66, bored to tears, overdosed…
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My long, strange journey to “One Night Only”
Nearly four years ago, I woke one morning with a vivid scene from a dream hanging inside my head. Most nights, I dream crazy shit, but forget it all before I wake. This…
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Another story, born to the world
Thanks to the editors at The Muleskinner Journal for rolling out the welcome mat for my story, “Party of One.” It speaks for itself about the emptiness occasionally at the heart of life…
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Getting away …
Next door is a guy with a saw. Its voice cutting through metal sometimes comes through the wall. Mostly, not. His name is Shane, the guy. “Like the movie,” he said, when we…
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A magic moment during an artsy mood encounter
Most of my creative energy flows into writing. That river branches into a visual stream. For most of my life, I’ve kept a file of ideas for physical art that came to me…
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I am that which I decry
Right before I typed these words, I paused the podcast episode of 70 Over 70 focused on the writer Russell Banks, 81 at the time of the interview. Before I thought I should…