The Last Time

In the hospital again. This time barely conscious and probably for the last time ever. She’d been in and out of the hospital more times than a hypochondriac. A spiral fracture to the arm, a dislocated shoulder, cuts that needed stitches, internal bleeding and massive ecchymosis – and it didn’t…

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The Muse

Every creative human is always searching for inspiration. They hunt and quest for that ever-elusive muse, never knowing that she could literally be right in front of them. I’m not everywhere all at once, but I’ve been right in front of writers and painters and musicians as they beg for…

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The E.P.

I was such a cocky Em-Effer. I thought I had all my shit together. I thought I was so much better thaneveryone else. I mean, I was physically strong, I was very well-educated, I ran in the right circles, I knew all theimportant people. But I was wrong. When I…

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