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Writers sometimes think up sentences that say beautifully what is intended, and they rush to their device to capture it in the light; they are crushed if they miss the portal. That’s sort of what it is, inspiration. Precision coming from practiced skill does not always make the best sentence, like this one. I know…
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You see the same kind of dangerous stupidity repeat itself. American Neo-Nazis with tucked tails hide themselves in crimson sweatpants and goose-step like hens on parade. The movement looked ridiculous the first time, and then it had the clinical precision of a bureaucratic ego bruise to lend it something of a paint-by-numbers fearsomeness. These fools…
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One for the party, baby, I’m on the road, rolling in a toaster oven pastry loving every second making count the things I’ve had to face without ever knowing nothing from a something in your voice. It’s your choice that I’m not there, it’s my choice that I’m here. I know the thread of conversation…
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I’m on a mission. I want to read a shitload of books before I die. I’m going to leave the quantitative interpretation of ‘shitload’ up to future me. If they’re really lucky, maybe the walls of their house will be constructed from the stacks of books they’ve acquired over their (I hope, very long and…
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I did. I wrote a silly story. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a victory. I recently had to start taking psychoactive medications and, if myths are to be believed, those little fuckers take away your creative spark, your force d’anima. I wrote a story anyway, and a pretty good one at that. I…
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It can be hard to believe that anything happens after we die. At least, anything meaningful. It can be hard to believe that any of us, any part of us, linger after the only carrier of our Self has been placed, with finality, out of commission. For those of us raised with religions we grew…
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I like to take the time to type, tap tap tap tap tap, because the sounds feel nice in my jaw home, at least when my ear isn’t fit to pop. The typing is a challenge. My fingers are clumsy. The fear is true, I’m just a challenger with no direction, but as much as…
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Lorraine The Wrighter 