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Mossy Rock Scramble
“I don’t want to talk about it.” “Nothing.” “I’m fine.” He knows I’m full of shit, so he presses the issue. He doesn’t need a long-winded explanation, just a few words to point him in the right...
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Rebuilding
I’m rebuilding a house. I think the frame is still good, but everything else must go. Sledge hammers to walls, I’m completely gutting it. In between rotting beams I’ll find old newspapers, children’s...
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False Assumptions
“Trees grow in a certain direction, you know? They depend on things like sunlight and water to tell them where to go. Where they’ll thrive. Where they’ll survive. It’s like I’ve been lacking that. I...
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Seasonal Renovation
© creatocrat, 2012. We’re working on convincing ourselves that none of this means anything. That the winter sets in the and sky gets dark, but that’s just the way it is. Two pairs of pants, three...
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Kindling
November is closing in on itself. Slowly fading off into the peripheries. This is generally the time of year where you’ll find me hiding out in bed, covers pulled up over my head, begging for spring....
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Littered Lot of Gravel
© Patrick Lentz, 2007. I catch myself walking around the city in all sorts of weather, all different times of day. Yoni Wolf is singing in my ears over and over again, “And always one rose grows though...
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Germination
© Lamentables, 2009. I described my game plan. It’s even better this year. It starts even earlier. I confessed how terrified I am of the approaching winter. How confident I was last year only to be...
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