Coming home from work last night I noticed that something was wrong when Michelle didn't greet me at the top of the stairs. I had felt something was off on the ride home, driving underneath the dirty black of Oklahoma night. She was having intense pain and bleeding ( Read more... )

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William Gibson wrote a poem about his father who passed away when Gibson was six years old.

Here's the link for the text in full.

http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/source/agrippa.asp

I've decided that from now on I'm going to use this journal specifically for my writing instead of talking about my personal life. I know that I don't necessarily have a strong background in writing (considering I've only been published in online magazines and the ILP), but I think that if I really want to dedicate myself to that calling, then I ( Read more... )

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Ah. So I got into some trouble recently. Stupid decisions. There are so many stupid decisions of mine that I wish I could erase ( Read more... )

A missive for the twenty fourth of October.

This evening my wife and I went to see the movie The Prestige. It was an excellent movie with a great deal of twists and turns. My favorite part of the movie, though, was holding onto her. I love Michelle with such force that the breath of god may find its way into my heart. And for once I am truly ( Read more... )

So, yesterday the day started out like any other day, you know. Somewhere along the line, during the mid afternoon I ended up getting married. It was crazy. So now I've got this wedding ring and it's actually quite nice.

But I am very happy. And I have been happy lately and I think that's good. I do believe that things are looking up for us.

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Twelve minutes ago made twenty-two years. Earlier today I talked to my father for a long time, explained to him about things about which I never felt comfortable saying. I guess I have always been afraid of my father ( Read more... )