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You’re an instance when It Occurs. A thief Writing love In someone else’s journal; It Occurs. A finch Singing steal Words in your journal. An instance when you’re It Occurs. A leave Taken. Left Post-Its In someone else… -
The Firing Squad
I want them to say about me, “When the president declared a military draft, he deserted before a battle which went very badly. So he was to be executed; that’s statecraft. “In Oklahoma and Idaho, the secondary method is… -
I'll spend my whole life writing you.
I'll spend my whole life writing you. The mathematicians would just round you off or say you are something like less than you are. You're not. And if all the world falls asleep tonight, and does not wake again for a thou… -
About Fifty-Five Word Stories
(I wrote this for a contest where a short story had to be told in 55 words. The idea, of course, is to have a very small story about something small, but fifty-five words couldn't really ever do a great story justice, a… -
About Vanity and the Dangers of Sleeping in Trees
Dearest artist in the August rain, I'm hoping you don’t say how we should be home, holed up, hidden, in my room (the muses' music at full volume). I've decided if you do, and if I can, I’ll say I have a better plan, and … -
Ending up in hallways.
God, here I am, looking up at this almost-square outline in the popcorn ceiling that leads to the attic. If I moved that panel, I might notice the rafters are convenient for hanging myself from. ...although it'd be… -
the beautiful, complicated damage of art (part 3)
-- i mean to say i’m writing a story. -- "the beautiful girl meets a boy . . ." -- now, let’s not deny this truth any longer: our beginnings are the most wonderful of all things (because butterflie… -
Verona Rupes
"I closed my eyes, held my breath, and jumped off. "Actually, it was more that I just fell forward; they told me you could do that -- that nothing's going to kill you until the bottom anyway. "Officially, this cliff is… -
dust in the sunbeam
So there's a way cute kid sitting cross-legs on his second-grade classroom floor. He's spinning a globe, and his bright blue eyes drift left, race to the right, drift left, and race back again under a dark cloud of curle… -
How I want to write--
The world and all of this leaves me speechless, as nothing I could say or write is ever enough. I need eons and eons of paper, pencils, and open eyes so I can fill my tomes with the stories of how the stars and the blad…
cloudcrash
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- Name: Jason
- Country: United States
- State: Idaho
- Metro: Twin Falls
- Birthday: 12/20/1986
- Gender: Male
- Member Since: 12/6/2005
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