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Things that alter my perception, of reality or of myself, have always frightened me. A gesture, an object, a feeling, or a moment have the p...

Shower. Brush teeth. Get dressed. Fix hair. And then what? Charlie didn't know what to do next--this was, in part, why they had been rel...

My body is tired now. It is nervous and it is vaguely sore. It feels hollow and dry. Used up. My body spent the day full of tidal waves, by ...

They rolled over and yanked the blankets up over their head. Please, just 10 more minutes. I just need 10 more minutes. Or maybe 20. For a m...

Verbless poetry is exactly what it sounds like: poetry without verbs. An attempt to tell a story or convey a feeling using only images or ob...

The cat wouldn't shut up. The room was cold--much colder than it should have been, even for the middle of January. The sun was streaming...

Christmas is something I spend a lot of time preparing for. I spend a decent amount of money buying, and an even greater amount of time maki...