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Date Night

I sat in front of the computer feasting my eyes on the lives and success of those writing for the New Yorker.  Bio after bio planted ideas and stories and […]
Date Night

Listening

Brushy Mountain Penitentiary is a prison in a dense mountain in Tennessee. I say dense, as in packed with trees. Tall green trees with trails that lead to nowhere or […]
Listening

We

I steal keys. No. I take keys by accident. I slip them in my denim or khaki pocket. I slip them into my backpack that has traveled with me, or […]
We