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Winter Solstice

- by Typewriter Fox

It was a beautiful and terrible day. Maybe it was the tired snow still blanketing a 517 indifference. Maybe it was the lingering resentments leftover from the before times. But there was an intrusive sense that something in the long loneliness of this winter had shifted. And I didn’t know which direction to expect next. After a period of dormancy, we connected again. Schedules aligned unexpectedly, demanding impulsive investment. Her state or mine, the details didn’t matter. We had to capture the moment. So I took the hit and made the run south along the frozen expanse of familiar roads. We walked. Hand in hand across the barrenness of an open field. Wind kissed exposed skin, turning it red amongst a background of more durable greys. …

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Musings on a Muse

- by Typewriter Fox

There is a profound emptiness in the lack of pretty green eyes.  A void that no song could ever fill.  A gap which no clever words could ever span.  A chasm echoing with the memory of her embrace.    I ache for the simple refreshments of her.  The sound of her laugh.  The way she leaned in when I reached to tuck wayward hair back behind a delicate ear.  Her smile.  The smell of her skin.  The trail of freckles down a perfect body that made me want to play a naughty game of “connect the dots.”     And then erase it and do it all over again.    She is astoundingly complicated.  Yet so graciously simple.  Flawed, but perfectly so.  Creative and brilliant, when she’s …

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Day 78: A Hug That Changed The World

- by Typewriter Fox

After a long weekend of participating in the protests still surging strong here in the City of Wayne, I knew that yesterday it was time to be a somewhat responsible adult and to try and tackle some of my day job responsibilities.  I promised myself that if I accomplished that, then I would after treat myself and head to the north part of the city to hit that new pub that had recently opened.  That would allow me the opportunity to tackle either some long-ignored editing chores, or if I was perhaps lucky enough, to maybe bang out a few new words.  Because yes, I compulsively take my typer with me everywhere I go. But more than anything, I wanted to enjoy a few pints properly …

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