fiction
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Tracks
It’s six a.m. and blue this time of day this time of year. It reminds me of when I used to take moonlight walks as a boy, in Montana. Green creek pitch black. White ditch grass gray. Alfalfa as purple as its flowers. Fence posts silhouettes. That kind of blue. The moon. That kind of Continue reading
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To do 8/10
It’s gotta be melanoma. How I’m gonna die. Gotta be. I used to joke that I went through three noses a summer, for fuck’s sake. Burning and peeling and burning and peeling. And of the parts of my body that didn’t molt, family and friends with skin as white as mine used to admonish: you Continue reading
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Netflix
Dark when I wake up again. When it was becoming light out early, back in the spring (end of winter, early spring) I began already to look forward to this time of year. To write in darkness in the morning. To read by lamplight at night. August When I lived in Montana, I skipped a Continue reading
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To do 8/3
I never get asked to house sit anymore. It’s like a thing you do in your mid- to late twenties, if you’re lucky, and your early thirties, if you’re single or cheating on your partner. I never openly cheated on my partner, and by the time I was really ready to, there weren’t that many Continue reading
About Me
Yes, about me…
todd of tacoma 