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The red door dustily banged open temporarily scrubbing the dirty grout of the men’s conversation. She paused there in the opening, a sudden wind taking its cue to wrap around her silken form the particles of the failing daylight. Her swollen pout threw daggers at the men, her final words a commandment, a gale force whisper. The men [ READ MORE ]
Tonight I had dinner with someone who asked me about having a backup plan if the whole photography thing didn’t work out. I thought for a while and responded that most of my career has been spent in the less-affluent side of things due to the fact that I never wanted to “sell out” and [ READ MORE ]
Morality is a giant flock of birds, every one joining and leaving as necessary to fulfill their immediate ambitions, the overall shape and direction coming from the collective emergence of the many. There are those who would enliven the flock and those who would laugh at its destruction. Today I flow on my own, straggling [ READ MORE ]
After an exhaustive five-minute Google search on egg-related death statistics in America and coming up with almost no usable results, I stumbled across a very interesting fact about the Black Widow Spider. As some of you may already know, the Black Widow Spider is named for her truly confusing behavior of killing off her male suitors after [ READ MORE ]
Driving with purpose seemed to dry the aqueous pressure behind my eyes as the shrinking distance between my soul and that of my parents stretched the road and all its travelers into panoramic time lapsed smears. I was glad for the speed of other enthusiasts and procrastinations as it hid my my own from those who would [ READ MORE ]
When I lived down in Momence, IL, or “The Kank” as I like to refer to it (Kankakee Valley area about 90 minutes south of Chicago), I often came home to a dark Hill House-esque pink cottage which teased me with its Pepto crust and screwy center. To say that I believed that the house was haunted [ READ MORE ]
The Von Trapp family was the Partridge Family of their day but without the annoying pastels and giant flowers randomly painted on walls. A string of silver-throated talents from old to young, this family did more to further my love of singing than any other early influence. I suspect I even subconsciously believed that the girl of [ READ MORE ]
I’m glad I’m not a writer, in the professional sense. Sure, I take photos, and sure, some people might think I’m putting myself out there with my “vision of the world”, but for me, my vision(s) of the world are literally snapshots in time, not labored over, heavily edited presentations of my most deep and [ READ MORE ]
There are these people, you probably know them. They are your birth parents and the people who raised you. Sometimes these are the same people, sometimes not. And like you, they are separate from you, individuals. They party or they don’t, they have dreams, they sacrifice, they are selfish and greedy and they believe in [ READ MORE ]
Lips are amazing. Here’s an interesting experiment. Take a paperclip. Unfold it just to the point where it forms a perfect U shape. Now make the two point ends about an index finger tip width apart. Close your eyes. Press the two points on the bare skin of your chest. Press on your ribs. [ READ MORE ]
The blink of the stop light and the metronome of the wipers compete for control over the beat of my heart as I think of my final moments with her. I’m writing her features on my mind so I don’t forget everything important to me now. I feel her close breath on mine, but she’s [ READ MORE ]
Last night I went to a mass at a beautiful church, St. Mary’s of the Angels. It’s the largest Catholic church in IL. The numbers use to describe this church (hundreds of feet high, an organ as wide and tall as some houses) would confound most people and draw doubt among some atheists at merely [ READ MORE ]
I’m thinking back to pre-school, a distant out of focus memory of my hand fondling the red fire alarm. The ink of grade school turns milky blue for a moment as I make out a girl in a polka dotted skirt, a girl who hated me. High school is clearer with sharp pencil lines and [ READ MORE ]
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