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I write when I feel lost, when I am found, when there is nothing else I can do.  There is a voice in my head from time to time that makes...

She began to wake up, one Sunday morning, feeling for him somewhere in their king sized bed.  Her eyes still closed, trying to find the...

Like old men they sit. Like old men talking about the weather. Like old men they snack on rye, peanut, but no bridle. Like old men on a...