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  • Falling

    The brilliance of the Denver skyline dies quickly in the east; the shorter buildings succumbing first, turning from hues of blue and red and silver and gold to black and white and gray. The tallest structures retain their brilliance only moments more. Then all are equal. My reflection in the office window emerges against the gray and I…

  • Picket

    I was standing by the office window on the second floor, looking down at the hordes of people gathered in the street. I was alone, my arms crossed as I hugged myself. If I could have curled into fetal position I would have right then. I knew it was noisy…

  • Mannequin

    The police gave me a description before they’d been able to ID her: Brown or red hair, about 5-2, maybe 14 to 17 years old. Then they ID’d her: Blond hair, about 5-9, in her late 20s. Yeah, Shayanne was that messed up. The people who found her thought at…

  • Back in the old days . . .

    The main reason I blog is for my children and grandchildren (the later of which will probably never know me). Now, if you’ll just get your jaw off the floor, yeah, like that, I will say yes, I know a lot of this isn’t exactly kid-friendly stuff, but that’s the point.…

  • Joe Sakic Pen

  • Ooooh, you found me! ;)

    How nice! I mean, after the big ‘done’ and ‘goodbye’ and all, it would be highly improper for me to contact you. I even killed out your phone number so as not to drunk text you in a weak moment! 😉 So, good for you for standing your ground! I…

  • A sad, sad, well maybe not that sad tale

    Marly was a year ahead of me in high school and sat across from me in my media class. He was exotic and had dark, curly hair, big green eyes, an aloof demeanor and a wonderful way of rocking back in his chair. Marly was my fantasy and should he have ever passed a…

  • Tripping Raul’s attempt at writing erotica

    OK, so I was laying in bed reading my erotic collection of short stories (Ellen’s suggestion to offset boredom and depression) and it occurred to me that I can write like that! So, yeah, here goes: She presses the fleshy, white tip to her lips, licking it softly before pushing…

  • Sanctuary from the Muse

    I’ve bundled up my sanity and stolen it and myself away to the far recesses of my bedroom. I type by candlelight and by monitorlight blaring STP’s “Sour Girl” to drown out Muse’s “Knights of Cydonia” (sp?) on Guitar Hero. Evidently it’s a tough one on expert and DSII is bound…

  • I burned the scrambled eggs

    I’m picking through the charred remnants for puffs of yellow, non-blackened yolk and it’s just not enough. So, knowing that DSII will be up soon, I bake chocolate chip cookies instead. I almost burn those, too, except I catch them just in time and they’re just, well, a little crunchy.…