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Florida, Massachusetts
I left because of the clutter. It’s an assault. It’s only temporary, really. I’m just keeping it intact til he returns. He never leaves me with such a mess for very long and besides, it’s not right to clean what isn’t mine. There is a certain deserved ritual to parting from one’s stuff. The grotesque piles in question make themselves at home in every corner of our dim and wooded cabin. They are comprised of various crumpled papers, worn clothing with questionable sentimental value, failed crafting experiments and the tools that facilitated them, sports equipment from before our mutual aversion...
Crane
“Oh, to be young again.”This usually nostalgic and longing phrase was instead uttered grumpily by Hal Karlson as he tried to reach the jar of jam at the top of the cupboard. Unfortunately, his constantly stooping back and short stature, which he claimed came with age, was always in the way. He finally reached the jar, edging it forward with his fingertips, and sat down to huff about his victory on the chair he was standing on. Interesting thing is though, Hal Karlson really wasn’t that old. Not young, certainly- his days of fun and recklessness were far in the peripheral, so much so he could ...
Zero to Paradise
No matter what anybody said at the time, we were all ready to party hard.Many of us had spent lockdown preaching and raving about the impending climate doom and a heck of a lot about how materialism and selfishness are the root of all our American woes. We spent nearly two years fully intending to emerge as better, more environmentally responsible and economically equitable inhabitants of Earth.To be fair. The collective “we,” almost did okay until we remembered how much fun it is to experience music and art with lots of other people! Everyone had gotten tired of being so damned serious all th...
The Caregiver
Irving Fisher was agitated.“Who the hell are you?" he yelled. "And what the hell are you doing here?”He squinted his cataract-occluded eyes, the pupils darted between the television set against the far wall and the face of the woman towering over him as he lay in his mechanical bed, the top half of which was inclined slightly. The blue cotton blanket and pillows he had thrown to the ground in a fit of frustration or pique of rage at some adversary or enemy, real or imagined. His legs were exposed, hairless and marked with thin, twisting blue veins, bulging here and there from beneath the skin,...