Writing Practice
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Her kid was running around everywhere. Wild eyed, wild haired and as of yet untamed by society he goes up and down the pews. Right down the centre shaking some toy, I don’t know what exactly. I’ve seen this kid around before, just around town, sometimes with his mum. She would hold him up and…
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Listless, I stared down a muddy and pothole filled road. It was unapologetic about its potholes, its rocks, its dirt and clay. It demanded your attention while even walking, lest it remind you not to pay attention to it. It was miserable and Fall so the road went all the way to nowhere and all…
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Hello my little princess! How have you been? Oh yes I do agree, it is much too hot for the winter coat now. What colour is your summer coat? Oh brown, I see it now. It looks good on you my love. Whats that? You want to sit for a while? Of course, I will…
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After sitting and waiting for something better to do, I started making some macaroni. Burner on, water in the pot, noodles in hot water, ready to watch. I poured some noodles in the pot and stood stupefied by them. They just keep rolling around and spinning around endlessly. Looking at it just the wrong way…
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For a group of people in my life, I see all their other faces in each of them. From the first to the last, I see them all. I can’t stop it, can’t help it. I wish I could. All these women, some of them beautiful, some less so, some kind, I’m forced to confront…
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A much smarter man then I am wondered why is that looking into a dog eyes reveals the wisdom of ten-thousand men. He didn’t know. There is no way that I could possibly reveal the answer either. There is one dog that lives near my house. Maybe he has a house, maybe he doesn’t. I…
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I had to take the subway for a trip downtown. Any illusions about being hot shit dies on the train. I had my ticket stuffed in my stuffed wallet that had no money and walked on. Walking on something very strange occurs. I am used to being stared at. Maybe cause I look like shit…
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There was this one person, I’ve never been sure what to make of them. They smoked of course, and how they smoked was fascinating. Of course there are a lot of people that smoke but from my seat, only a few ways to smoke. Some few inhale the damn things in just a few drags.…
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The benign and mundane sometimes makes it impossible to think. Sometimes its perfect; usually it isn’t. I took a sip of my decaf coffee and the refrigeration unit on the other side of the room came alive and the picture in my mind was destroyed. All my perfect little thoughts destroyed in an instant. That…
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A little disheveled, a little worn out and looking for something to do, or eat or drink I walked outside. It was too cold to see women in pretty dresses but too warm to be bundled in big puffy jackets and beaver hats. I wasn’t on the dole but it was a nice day, I…
Flea Dog 