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August 9, 2025

FAIL

My apartment complex is across the street from a chiropractor. It has one of those signs out front with the interchangeable letters, and every few weeks or so, there’s a new message there. I usually don’t notice it, even though I drive past it every day. But today, I was waiting to turn onto the Continue reading

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July 18, 2025

What if I’m a Rock?

Last month, I entered poetry.com‘s June poetry contest. There was a poem I had been working on ever since I went to see Whisper of the Heart, a Studio Ghibli classic from 1995, when it was released in theaters last year. There is a scene in the film where the lead character, a young, aspiring Continue reading

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June 22, 2025

1000 words

I wrote 1000 words this week. Actually, more like 1500 words; somewhere in that realm. It doesn’t seem like a lot, probably. I’m sure a lot of writers do that in a day. But to me, it’s like running a 10k. I haven’t written a new project in more years than I care to admit. Continue reading

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May 21, 2025

dissonance

square peg meets round hole, too long I’ve tried to force it. maybe I don’t fit. Continue reading

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January 11, 2025

I dreamed I lost my teeth

I had a dream recently that I lost my teeth. It felt so real. Visceral. In the dream, I was standing in my bathroom, lost teeth rolling around in my mouth like loose pebbles. I stared at my reflection in horror, feeling each lost tooth with my tongue. My mouth was a mangled mess. I Continue reading

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December 31, 2024

2025

Let this be the year, Where my dreams no longer seem, Impossibly far. Continue reading

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October 9, 2024

Unseen

Yesterday, at the grocery store, a woman came up to me as I was perusing the salads and said, “I wish you could see your hair in the sunlight. It looks so beautiful.” I hate grocery shopping. I only do it super early in the morning, right when the store opens. And I usually do Continue reading

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September 12, 2024

Author Interview: Jason Prugar

Today I bring you a little interview I did with fellow author, Jason Prugar! Jason Prugar is a filmmaker, novelist, short story writer and king of useless knowledge (great for trivia!). He enjoys playing and watching sports, spending time with his family and consuming stories in all their forms. He lives in Pennsylvania with his Continue reading

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July 23, 2024

You Don’t Belong Here Anymore

I often dream of my old home, of all the rooms I used to know, familiar stairs, doorways, and halls, and the pear tree out the window. I find myself there, all alone, remembering how things were before, when the new owners suddenly appear, and tell me, “You don’t belong here anymore.” rooms tinged with Continue reading

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July 13, 2024

Defy the Odds

We had an assembly at my elementary school when I was in third grade. It was a magic show. I don’t remember much of it, but the magician did one card trick that has been burned into my memory for years. The details of the set-up are hazy, since it was over two decades ago, Continue reading

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