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a blogger, a writer, a fellow human
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The Booth
He closed the apartment door and walked down the corridor. While he waited for the elevator, he put his hat on and buttoned his jacket. Inside the car, a man and a woman smiled sheepishly at him. The fluorescent lights flickered. The flagrant smell of sex, ...

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Down In Smoke
“Women! You can’t live with them. You can’t live without ‘em.” “So true! They’re like popcorn.” I ruminated and took a slow drag. Smoke descended on the table like chemical mist. “What do you mean?” He asked, “Women are tasty, ephemeral and frail?” I hadn’t...

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The Wedding
Andrea and Rami led me to the kitchen and asked me to officiate their wedding. That was over a year ago at my sister’s house in Porter Ranch. Just like that! "You are the one we both unhesitatingly chose. You’re not just an uncle to us, you’re a very close ...

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The Wedding
Andrea and Rami led me to the kitchen and asked me to officiate their wedding. That was over a year ago at my sister’s house in Porter Ranch. Just like that! "You are the one we both unhesitatingly chose. You’re not just an uncle to us, you’re a very close ...

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The Art of Shaving
Whether a man is a rapacious glutton or a Sufi hermit, he is essentially a slave to his desires. He overindulges in carnal delights on one hand or in abstinence on the other to satiate his physiological drives or his spiritual compulsions. Being but moderat...

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The Voice
The cellphone Stephanie bought me rang, breaking the silence into tiny shards. It must be her, checking up on me. Had I eaten? Was I warm enough? Had I heard from social services? Anything she should bring me on Friday? At the other end, a woman who didn’t ...

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What the Robin Heard
They lay down on a stretch of tended lawn in the shade of the largest oak. From up here, their merged shape resembled the hands on a watch dial indicating six o’clock. I looked at the dimming sky then back toward the humans. Uh, huh, that’s about right, I t...

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All the Light We Cannot See, the Pleasure of Audiobooks
Only recently did I listen to my first book after years of reading. I was fortunate to get a good start. The first novel I listened to was The Girl on the Train , a superbly written psychological thriller, by author Paula Hawkins . What made the experience ...

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'neath the Albert Pike Library
We stand in front of an almost unseeable door, cleverly concealed behind moth-eaten tomes on the last row of bookshelves in the Humanities section. The professor leads the way down a flight of stairs to the mechanical room. Our boots clunk against the gangw...

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10th Anniversary
Although I’ve been posting short stories sporadically here on my blog, I haven’t “technically” blogged anything since January of 2015. There are several reasons (excuses is a more appropriate word) why I’ve been away, but it all boils down to one important ...
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