Fiction
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How Old Am I
If I had to choose just one dayTo last my whole life throughIt would surely be that SundayThe day that I met you George David Weiss “How old am I?” She looked up from her book. “What?” “I said, how old am I?” “Don’t be silly. You know how old you are.” “I want you Continue reading
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Love, It’s a Bitch
In boxing, I had a lot of fear. Fear was good. But, for the first time, in the bout with Muhammad Ali, I didn’t have any fear. I thought, ‘This is easy. This is what I’ve been waiting for’. No fear at all. No nervousness. And I lost. George Foreman The following is a semi Continue reading
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Three Vignettes
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy. Charles Baudelaire Foster’s Creek Few mourned when Clarence Findley died. He did not live a life that endeared him to many people. Clarence Findley was a hard drinking, mean spirited cuss of a man, and you could count on one Continue reading
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Siddhartha
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong. F. Scott Fitzgerald I am always in the middle of a book (0r two or three). Currently, I am finishing up Ken Follet’s The Pillars of the Earth. Continue reading
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The Home at the End of the Road
And for a reason he still did not understand, he began to cry. Love plain, simple, and so fast it shattered him. Toni Morrison I was low on gas and although I probably could have made it home without refilling, I decided not to chance it and pulled into the first gas station I came Continue reading
Can You Hear Me Now 