March 2008

March 22, 2008

jane doe

it’s cool she said, put your hand on my thigh ordinarily I would comply, but you see i don’t know her name she smiles, shifts in her seat, asks: ˜how about my toe?”...

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March 20, 2008

every morning

Every morning in suburbia I wake knowing I better get my ass in gear make some money or loose my house and starve to death.  Every morning in suburbia the advertising man wakes...

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March 17, 2008

new questions

For most of my life, I’ve been a seeker. The trouble was I could never quite figure out what I was seeking. As is typical with a lot of things in life, we...

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March 9, 2008

first time

He would come for her she knew.  He was a sweet boy, innocent in a naughty kind of way.  But she liked them like that, unspoiled, eager to know a girl in a...

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March 1, 2008

The consequences of a kiss

Words are innocent.  They stand neutral until people get in the way hiding connotations between inflections, meaning between gestures. “I’m going to ask you to do something for me,” she said, “but you...

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