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  • Dying a Death

    The last words I’ll ever hear her speak are, “I’ve still got fight left in me.” Or maybe, “I don’t have no fight left in me.” I distinctly heard “fight left in me.” I asked her how she was.  Dry: “I’m great.” Floated back into her morphine dreams or nightmares. Later, when I was alone…

  • The Whole Shit

    No shit. This is the whole of my love life.   Nerdy military guy (NMG): Wink ML: wink ML: where you be? NMG: I been reading. My life is GREAT! ML: Oh (long, long pause as ML contemplates the greatness of NMG’s life) ML: Whatche reading? NMG: Reading bout ‘Nam ML: Sweet. I like death.…

  • How to Cope Without Your Favorite Writing Utensil or an Interesting Blog Topic

    Sex. Also, mentioning “sex” in a blog brings you more traffic, or so Bryan says. Put as many sexual tags as you can think of on your blog post. Think hard. Try to find another writing utensil. Tell yourself that this other writing utensil is perfectly sufficient. Upon immediate dismissal of the above point, keep…

  • Coagulation

    Coagulated emotions like blood produce clots which travel to your heart and kill you   With each beat your pulse weakens as you do over time   You will die you know it’s the style in which you go that counts

  • Pounding Posture Discharge

    Nasal discharge is carelessly swiped away on my wrist It’s sort of gross but I can’t reach the Kleenex and you know deep down more than allergies I suffer from laziness and besides I’m tired   Bad posture he says but he knows the weight in my chest bends me downward like ice on worn-out…

  • Haunted

    Her words haunt me in the same way that Holocaust stories do.   She said No I don’t want to open my eyes it splatters everywhere death death death.   Her words remind me one doesn’t have to see the smoke to smell the ashes.

  • How to Get What You Want: In Memory

    She told the nurse, Leave me alone I’m trying to die here. 97 and a tiny little thing 97 and feisty as hell 97 and gone on to wherever it is she wanted to go.

  • Answer

    For her to feel our family are vandals carving indifference into her heart Not here   She doesn’t use these exact words Where are they? The answer is exacting hissing in the air around and between us burning into the walls and branding our skin every inch words smoking notherenotherenotherenotherenotherenotherenothere

  • Venting: Violence is Bullshit

    WTF, world. I am enraged that someone planted a bomb in our head of the medical board’s car (I’m an Arkansan, dear reader). Now, he may or may not be a good person or a good doctor–I know nothing about him–but no one deserves to be blown up as they head to work. I am glad he…

  • Living Dead

    The doctors and I have an understanding. We say things like, well, your treatment options are narrowing or to mix things up, we tell her, we’ll have to wait and see what the test results say. We do not say, your life options are limited.   We do not tell her she’s more likely to…