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A Portrait of Pain

A Portrait of Pain

This story is about the boy known as the Red Koi. He briefly self-assigned this name, but his narrative will now transition from third to first. In a first person: I stand in agony. Then I sit. My fist meets the ground to maintain stability. Wife texts me photos of...
The United States of Consciousness

The United States of Consciousness

Are we tense or intense? What’s the difference when both result in a grimace? Nothing makes sense since losing presence. If it’s gone for good, we can’t be convinced. All seemed picture perfect at first glimpse, But after overdosing on emptiness, And...
Date Night with Me, Myself & I

Date Night with Me, Myself & I

I walk into The Land & Water. A bartender tells me to sit anywhere I like. I ask the waitress her name. “Kayla,” she says. “Look, I’m going to make this really easy. Water with no ice and 10-piece sashimi,” I say. She verifies my lack of allergies and departs.  I...
The Guilt Is Enough

The Guilt Is Enough

I have so much. Enough love. Enough money.  Enough time. Enough.  So I wonder, “Why me?”  Because others need enough.  So I support others.  I give love.  I give money. I give time. I give. But is it enough? So I experience guilt. Guilt for blessings. Guilt for...

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