Monthly Archives: December 2013

The cowboy (fiction)

I hated to take road trips when I was a kid but I liked the stops along the way, I liked to eat new foods and the chances to buy stuff. I wanted “girl watcher” glasses, as my mom called … Continue reading

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Ciderhaus dream (fiction)

Like any good story, this one starts at 5:45AM. I hear the cable, pipe or whatever it is, dragging against the wall just outside my window. Each gust of wind brings another bleat of vibration. The brown wood-grain clock-radio crackles … Continue reading

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