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For a few minutes last night, I couldn’t remember who I was. The objects around me had no meaning, they were just colorful shapes jumbled to...

Second destruction: Chainsaws echo night’s thunder, The day after storm. Surveying the Damage *sigh* I didn’t do...

Where am I? What is this place?   I see a lady. Hello, lady. I think I might be lost. I’m Jasper. I’m a...

From the gate of your mother’s house, you could swing up on a horse, clop down a few quiet streets, cross the river and then there was no...

I dunno about you, but I need a break from the serious stuff. Last night, I acquired two fresh, ripe tomatoes from a friend and put t...

I wrote this in bits and pieces between 1999 and 2002. Usually when I read something I wrote a long time ago, I wince. It always seems sli...

Spring is ugly. It is cold and muddy. The yard is sloppy and muddy, the driveway is flooded and muddy, the dogs are stinky and muddy, the ho...