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Once, there was a girl who lived in my neighborhood She was a pale and skinny girl, not much to look at Her mother died when she was an infant, an..

Those angelic blue eyes in search of the woman he thought he married only to be left under the frigid head-stone unvisited for twenty-some regre..

Essay first appeared in Why We Write section of 1888 Center web site on July 11, 2016.

As a writer, I have a thing for zombies; stories about man’s hopeless plight against the flesh-hungry once-humans only to succumb (to the vi..

wet and salty theyhold my sorrows and mem’ries ’till we meet on that white shore

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