"May you have an interisting life." is an ancient curse.I was raised on the Confederated Salish and Kootani Indian Reservation in Western Montana. I joined the Army when I was 18 and became an intelligence analyist. I went to schools in the south, and in Arizona before I was stationed in Texas and joined a Pentecostal church. I spent a year in Korea. I got out of the army for two years and starved. I went back in as a desiel mechanic. I was stationed in Texas, and served in Iraq. I got out again and worked for government contractors. I buckled under the constant strain of being so close to the "war machine" and fled to quiet cool Oregon two years ago where I stayed with my brother on a houseboat on the river before I got my own place in the city.My soul feels worn out. I write to escape, not to confront reality.
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Sadly, I hardly ever finish a book. I can't read any faster than I can talk. If I don't form the words physically with my mouth they make no sense to me. I get alot out of what I read, and enjoy reading, and read aloud beautifully, and love audiobooks....but regular reading, is slow going. I have to really love a book to finish it.
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I'm not sure if you spoke out of turn. I can't tell. I bet you're a proud Papa!How many times in your life have you seen something so beautiful that it literally "took your breath away".
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The first time ever I saw your face by Roberta Flack...
My first crush was a fat boy He had beautiful green eyes He played the piano He is gay - of course, he is But I think that's part of why I loved him He didn't need anything from me Not enough to behave badly . My heart squiggles around nervously in my chest Every time the phone rings Did some creep get my number and want to harass me? Is some bill overdue? Does my boss want me...
Added 20 Jun 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 475 | 3 Comments
Robbie punched the button for a bottle of orange juice with his right ring finger, a checking account, and tapped his watch. The watch blinked red and flashed ISF. He did it again and again with the same result. I can’t believe I’m out of cred . He pulled his screen from his backpack and opened the work page for the vend store he was in. “Dust mop floor,” was the task at the top of the...
Added 16 May 2017 | Category Science Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 567 | 3 Comments
I just answered one of those calls that I get from the Vet Center the day before I go in for an appointment with my counselor. One of the nice things about having been in a war is that I get a free shrink for the rest of my foreseeable future. I remember seeing Dr. Sydney Freedman on M*A*S*H when I was a kid. There was an episode where Hawk-Eye was sick with a cold, that was...
Added 09 May 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 508 | 1 Comment
Large ice blue eyes towered over my head, bullying me into accepting his reality. Of course, I nodded, agreed, appeased. I changed the accounting codes facilitating the theft of expensive cases of wine. The whole company set its sharp teeth against my unwillingness to let him steal. My thoughts about his "reality" rumbled like angry thunder through my hidden emotions, causing my face to...
Added 19 Jan 2017 | Category Musings | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 474 | 3 Comments
Tonight, I can not sleep Because the eye of the Universe is watching me The strands of the fabric of everything weave through my thoughts And pull themselves through my breath The voice of All rolls over my tongue In the unfathomable blathering of waves Or maybe it’s just insanity, some specter of my own making Contrived subconsciously so that I will feel chosen or safe But chosen...
Added 30 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 4 | Views 425
Lately, all the food I eat tastes like nothing. I might as well be fueling a lawn mower, or eating dirt like a plant for all the joy eating gives me. That might be part of why I'm thin. My mom would say my slight build is because I'm unhappy, and when I find a good man I will find joy and gain a lot of weight. Well, she wouldn't say that, but she would talk around it. She wouldn't say...
Added 14 Dec 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 505 | 2 Comments
Lee handed his eight-year-old daughter a shotgun loaded with a pumpkin-ball. She couldn't shoulder the heavy shotgun correctly, and the pumpkin-ball had less than the range of a football field. It was safe enough. His thinking was that he would send Eloise down one side of the hill while he quietly went down the other, hoping that she would scare all the deer his way. She would believe that...
Added 30 Nov 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 547 | 2 Comments
The scanner beeped as I ran it over the red box of cigarettes. I looked up at a boy with thin whiskers. "Can I see ID? You look kinda young-ish," I said with a smile. He fumbled with his wallet for a moment and I awkwardly looked at the young man. The driver's license snapped down on the counter and I scanned it for a birth date, not the expiration date, there it was. Eleven,...
Added 09 Nov 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 4.8 | Views 508 | 2 Comments
A bookkeeper silently tapped away her life at the see and saw of what they pay they say the meaning of life is to make the fat man fatter but I doubt he even lives for that She taps away at numbers swirling on a dark rainy night of Halloween with numbers blurring, she grits her teeth just outside a costume party is whirling Whirling revelers reel and wheel through an eighty-five...
Added 29 Oct 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 301
My purse swung off my shoulder and plopped into my office chair. I went for my coffee cup. Then I noticed the barbecue sauce splattered all over the file cabinet. "Eww . . . this is really gross and weird," I thought as I cleaned it off. The thick red sauce splatters were clinging to tables and desks and file cabinets. Hand-prints told me that someone had eaten a sloppy meal and fondled...
Added 01 Jul 2015 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 516 | 5 Comments
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