Wayward Son, Chapter 8

Crimson and Clover As I watched the pink soap bubbles floating on the dirt, grass, and clover, I couldn’t get over how pretty they were. “Shit,” I said, staring at the ever widening pink puddle. TJ, Captain Brown’s driver and whose jeep we were scrubbing, nodded. “Nobody back home will believe this,” he said. TJ deftly scooped up bits of white bone, grey brain tissue, and black hair that kept

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Comma, Comma, Comma, Chameleon

I hate commas. I don’t mean hate like, “I hate blue M&Ms.” I mean hate as in, “I hate choking to death on a brussel sprout.” English teacher and writer that I am, I shouldn’t expend such emotion on a mere punctuation mark. It’s too little of an item to stress about in life. But I don’t care. I hate the little buggers, and I greatly admire the Romans. They

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Winter’s Heart: A Sex in the Garden Essay

In the heart of winter, I contemplate my winter’s heart. Frigid days bring sinking into slush puddles against the icy wind, starting the day with cold feet, jumping into a dark car only to join the cattle call of the highway. I have to refuse this heart. My heart is elsewhere. I am consumed by the memory of a rose. Take a rose petal in your hand. Stroke it. Lift

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I *heart* Cannabis

I heart Cannabis like Lucy loved Ricky, like Lithium loves mines and hot springs, Like those little laughs that cheer when Life kicks you down. It’s my medicine. See, this momma plant, Mother who wears many names, Mary Ann, Mary Jonas, Mary Weaver, Mary Jane, Lovely Lady–she saved my life with contemplation and Re-creation–she cut the cords Of a lethal addiction and Got me closer to Free. The first time

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Ten Reasons to Play in Your Local Poker Tournament

In the past, I associated poker with gambling in what my mother called “Dens of Iniquity.” Still, gambling never held much interest–I can think of a million better ways to spend several hundred dollars than losing it to chance. However, after I began playing in a local tournament at Studio A64 in Colorado Springs, I’ve developed a different perspective on this American tradition. As a game, poker truly uses a wide range

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