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I grew-up in a small town. A sleepy little place that should you find yourself unsuspectingly passing through, you may… Read more Home

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There is a profound sadness that lingers deep inside of me. It has always been there, I think. Its potency… Read more Strange Bedfellow

Today has been a gorgeous day! The sun has loomed overhead without a cloud in the sky; a crystal-blue canvas… Read more Next Stop, Flashback…

My fingers are still damp with tears as I write this. I woke up from a vicious nightmare moments ago.… Read more Hands Through Hair

It was a Sunday, a beautiful Sunday. My girlfriend and I had just arrived at her family’s farm and were… Read more Sunday, Bloody Sunday…

I believe I have mentioned it before, somewhere within the verbose script that is my blog, how a simple gesture… Read more Taps…

As I pulled up to my house, I felt a sudden ease of relaxation wash over me. My shift was… Read more Mayday of Hope.