The Polebarn

The polebarn creaked a bird’s call every time the wind rolled by. The equally creaky man sitting lotus-style in the center of the polebarn visualized what type of bird reached out to him. Sometimes it was a robin, or an oriole, or a more ominous bird of prey, such as an eagle or hawk, but…

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Morse: Introduction

The window had been open for 3 days when I stopped counting and that was at least a month ago. I only remember it was a month ago because that’s when I decided to open the window to see whether the flickering light outside was a police officer coming to check on me after a…

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Afraid of Sleep

Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart rate monitor chirped out a persistent, annoying, rise-at-dawn bird that needed David’s missile to the head. Smash, thud. One less giant nuisance of a noise. Why was I thinking this way? I don’t hate birds. But I do hate hospitals. And yet here I am. Uncalled-for but present. Inhaling ammonia…

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Mistaken Identity

For being Death Row, the hallway didn’t smell all that bad (thanks in part to me and in part to my condemned cohorts who, despite being allies of anarchy in the eyes of the law, kept their final residences in a state of cleanliness that would make any non-cat-lady spinster smile). I say cohorts but…

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