There was a non insignificant fire in the town she had just moved to. Was she already using the word 'move'? She would be there less than a month. She couldn't use that word.

The fire initially seemed like it wouldn't pertain to her case. But she decided to look more...

For years... actually decades by this time... Richard had a calm "fuck off" ready to serve his sister the moment his she would reach out for help. The two had been close before the money , and when he first began earning real money he couldn't be more excited, the...

I'll never forget, for years after  college graduation I feared  hunger so much that I had no mindspace to be worried about anything else.

This is why I could never get on board with what everyone else seemed to be upset about. All I could think about was how I'd get...

I can no longer count how many times I've tried to coordinate some type of Writing group. I remember each iteration I'd begin thinking "this is the time" as in I would believe that some in the group -- including myself -- were going to be writing 'here' 'together' until...

Although knowledge is heralded as power ,

one can see from the world that knowing what is good or right

does not lead to living of what is good or right.


What one does is practice .

What one does and reflects upon is praxis .


Preaching can help no one.

But it calls its siren...

Georgie hadn't flinched when asked for a good breakfast spot.

Larry's Diner.

Well would you want to go. Together? she had asked. He didn't assume she was asking him out.Then to her direct question he said, sure.

Sammy liked this, so far, about Georgie Wilcox . That he wasn't pushy. If anything pushed...

It was late. The time a healthy person wouldn't eat. Let alone be awake. But he had slept all day and had nothing more than two slices of toast with peanut butter rubbed onto them. As soon as he stepped out into the thick summer air the scent of alcoholics'...

He returned to the apartment while it was still somewhat dark. Morning was just around the corner. The birdsong s scattered the noise into the air, and anxiety into him. An excitement. He wasn't even replaying the sensual scenes back in his mind. Instead he was replaying an idea of...

He didn't work long hours, but he worked odd ones. Always in the dark, in that second story office with the window looking out to one of the roads of the Red Light District. On weekends the drunks and whores would be out. Everyone either waiting for something to happen....

Caricatures of  real estate   moguls liked to shout "location! location!! location!!!" while shaking people's hands and jumping on stage and dancing poorly.

The Wolf didn't spend his days thinking about location. That wasn't his job. He was about reducing surface area. Reducing exposure.

How many people in the world knew who...