Category: The Daily Post
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Waiting with the Magnolias
Even the birds seemed to have moved out, taking the neighbor’s barking dogs with them. Revving engines, honking horns, squeaky brakes: silenced. Was school in session? Perhaps that explained the absence of basketballs bouncing against garage doors and shrieks of little girls playing. The magnolia trees’ subtle-sweet fragrance was the only trace of normalcy. How I loved…
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Merriweather Salazar
The Daily Post BRIIIING! BRIIIING! “Helleu? Sargent residence…” “Helleu! Is John in, please?” “No, I’m afraid not. He’s off painting portraits of people sketching with their wives, again.” “Indeed! I thought he’d stopped that nonsense after what’d happened last time.” “Oh, would that it were!” Mrs. Sargent sighed. “He just can’t seem to help himself—and…
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The Story
It’s obscured among the shadows of the intellect. Too many needles in the haystack, the relentless pinpricking of all the too familiar places. The accidental tattoo on a Chinese-water-tortured soul Detailing the Misdeed, Misword, Mistake. And the guilt; earsplitting and meticulous, recounts every detail of the Story. The Daily Post: Interior
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Marnie’s Guts
It wasn’t the first time he’d given her a black eye, broken her ribs, or left a purple-hot bruise where no one could see. But by God, it was the last. “That’s it.” Marnie whispered, holding a dish towel to her bloodied chin. “I’m done.” “You ain’t goin’ no-damn-where,” he sneered. “You ain’t got the…
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Fishing for Me
Who the hell am I? I am a lot of things: the sum of my experiences—most of which have been pretty weird. This is apparent in my writing. I am also an animal lover, cats in particular. I am a freelance writer and have been very fortunate in getting gigs. Well, most of the time. I don’t…
aka, The Abject Muse 