Organized Silence

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The city is all steel and glass—dirty chrome and polished upholstery. The buildings become their own resonators, putting on loop the tones of suppressed voices, the click of muddy heels, and the sound of change rattling in styrofoam cups. There’s … Read More

Pacemaker

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Make pace. See it and raise it. After all, it’s a bluff. And the stakes are high. Self-mortification is debilitating. Exhausting at best. But we do it in the name of art. In the name of vulnerability and honesty. In … Read More

Glass Castles

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It was midnight. I get irrational when I find myself alone in empty spaces. In the hazy spaces between spaces. The spaces of tension between the being and the becoming. But those spaces rarely find me. At least, not by … Read More

Vignette

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  The orchestra warms up and the sound becomes a metaphor. Naturally. You can’t have flourishing without transcendence. I don’t know he meant by that, but I know it’s true. And somehow it makes sense now. Sound does that. Chaos … Read More

Scotch and a Shoebox

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“I can’t publish this crap, Noaks.” “It’s one of my better pieces.” “I’m talking content. Not form.” “Me too.” Noaks shifted his phone to the other ear to fish for a broken piece of chalk in the Crayola box. “Look … Read More

An Interlude

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  “History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.” – Winston Churchill So I’m going off to college in the fall. That happened. The school of choice is Wheaton College in the suburbs of Chicago, known … Read More

Blotting Out Stars

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“Walk and talk.” Marilyn shoved a battered brochure in his face before he could get a word out. It had been a three-coffee day at the office and Noaks was looking forward to a quiet dinner and some page or … Read More

A Scrambled Egg

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  Noaks pecked at a pale plate of scrambled eggs. Marilyn sat opposite, her glasses perched at the end of her nose, buried in a newspaper. The bird in the corner squawked. “Shut up, Poptart.” She didn’t look up. “Poptart?” … Read More

Stories of Decay

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“Do you know what an entablature is?” “Sir?” “An entablature.” “I suppose so, sir. It’s glorified lintel of sorts found on all classical architecture since the Greeks. Ketchup.” “And what, pray, goes on this glorified lintel? Stop pointing at me. … Read More

Building Characters and Character

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“You will take what we give you and you will put it in your own voice and that’s how you will find your voice. And that’s how you begin. And then one day someone will steal from you.” -Francis Ford … Read More

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