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  • happen

    I take a break from my guilt A night of fun with my unrequited love He’s unrequited but not really my love I need him for much bigger things Bob Seger’s voice haunts Somewhere tonight someone’s thinking back to someone who got closer   I try hard to concentrate this song is about me this…

  • The Taming of Paul Squires (gingatao)

     Once again, I’ve asked a fantabulous writer and blogger some questions for those of us who are not “in the know” but would like to be. 1. Do you ever take a handful of raisins and eat them quickly because you suspect if you took time to really think about them, you might actually hate…

  • Stones

    Consider it written in stone. The stone at the head of a non-descript grave at a non-descript cemetery on the outskirts of some field in the middle of nowhere. Here she lies. This is how it will go. Tomorrow, there will be tears. Tomorrow, there will be a long, sad drive home and an even…

  • Go Quietly

    Neither of us will go quietly. That was obvious from the first. Her moans and denials and fight are only restrained by the liquid morphine that courses through her veins. She will not go quietly.   On the way to see her. On the way to see her for the last time. I did not…

  • Medicated Lady Needs You, Dear Reader

    Do you think it’s wrong to text message a suitor twice in a row? If he doesn’t respond to the second one, does that mean has thrown you away? If you just met someone and they say they are having a bad day but give few details and you don’t really know them well enough…

  • Suffering Writer’s Guilt

    I wonder if you suffer, too writer’s guilt and all of that. To see gray-blue as a feeling never a hue.

  • The Left, the Right, What’s Left: Continued Thoughts on Marcus Luttrell (Lone Survivor)

    I think the bastards should die. And I think the bastards should live. Those are my comprehensive thoughts about war and the Other Side. Listen. Let’s say you and I were driving somewhere, maybe to see my mother or camp or go shopping. You are driving. We are in a sharp curve, and a dog…

  • Devastation and The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

    I read books and watch movies that are devastating to remember I’m not immune to being devastated, or to prove to myself that I can still be devastated.   The war books I’m reading…I can imagine what combat is like, the fear, the brutality, but what draws me in is that I know it’s much…

  • Dear Medicated Lady: the Column

    Dear Medicated Lady,   “Can you define ‘irony’?”   Paul   Dearest Paul,   I am reading a book about this schizophrenic lady who goes on rants, creating the proverbial word salad. Now. I shall attempt to answer your question in the same format.   Irony? Because I need more iron siren, crying. Do you…

  • Up and Down

    Yesterday, I took lunch and went for a light jog/walk around the old neighborhood I used to live by. It was a beautiful spring day. Like the ones I remember when I lived there. It was strange to be back in the same place and remember the version of me that when up the hill…