You both huddle under the black umbrella, crumpled and splintered from years of use. The rain pours down from the skies, catching you unawares in the steaming cemetery.
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Strength Through Ephemera
The walls of my bedroom have no more space on them. They are covered ceiling to floor with art: pictures and quotes torn from magazines, posters of my favorite movies and artists.
Creative Non-fiction, Essays, Writing
The Fred Meyer Parking Lot
I followed my mantra: suffer now, pleasure later.
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Three Essays on Delight
Three seniors write about what delights them.
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Seven Ways of Being a Recovering New Jerseyian
“A comedic attempt to grapple with my identity as someone from New Jersey.”
Creative Non-fiction, Essays, Writing
Odyssey: Make It Worthwhile
Now I am free of my mask so now I can turn my life into my dream album.
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