School

TrappedInFlesh/ January 14, 2018

Years ago I took a drawing class and forgot I kept a few of my assignments.  I did good. I received a high ‘B.’ A week ago a coworker was talking about needing an art bag for his class.  I still had mine sitting in the closet from

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Christmas

TrappedInFlesh/ December 28, 2017

Every year the stress is the same.  If I don’t buy anything for my family they’ll think I don’t love them.  We’ve all been programmed so well. I know very well that nothing can represent the love I have for my family.  I love them with all that

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Travel

TrappedInFlesh/ December 27, 2017

My job is only sixteen miles away from where I live but it takes me a bus, a train then another bus to get there and the same to get back, two hours, one and a half if I’m lucky, three hours if it’s Saturday or Sunday and

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Bottles (Fiction)

TrappedInFlesh/ December 5, 2017

Empty bottles litter this tiny single room apartment. An old inexpensive ‘L’ shaped desk hugs the opposite corner from the entrance.  The one window allows the sun to shine on the longest part of the desk and on an unfinished painting. When he was eighteen years old he

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Lemon (Fiction)

TrappedInFlesh/ November 23, 2017

It’s time to go work, a job he keeps out of necessity. The girls, his niece’s are gathered around a fifteen year old car that belongs to the oldest. “Hey kids” He yells in a stupid character voice – shit like that used to amuse them, but now

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No Tourists

TrappedInFlesh/ September 2, 2017

A day ago I saw a video clip talking about nurth coria (deliberately mispelled) banning american tourists. ‘Oooh shit’ I thought.  Last night I had a dream… Los Angeles without warning was being bombed.   In the dream realizing there was no escape, I hoped for a quick

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Backpack Thief (Flash Fiction)

TrappedInFlesh/ August 20, 2017

Long day at work. Seconds after stepping off the first bus the light changes and the Saturday night Hollywood hordes cross paths at this intersection where rarely an “excuse me” or a “sorry” is heard. On the other side at the underground entrance, a small group blazes. So

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Last Song

TrappedInFlesh/ August 11, 2017

At the job. Halfway through my one and a half liter bottle of water, finished my sandwich and my side of slaw and it’s time to clock back in.  Last song, an oldie  but relevant to the times I think.  To have a listen click > KRS-ONE

Dinner

TrappedInFlesh/ August 7, 2017

In the kitchen, a party of two. Shots of vodka accompanied by music. Both cooked. Both laughed and even danced. The results a tasty success. And dessert, delicious.   

Deli, Done

TrappedInFlesh/ August 6, 2017

Twenty-years, half a pound of this quarter pound of that.  Small containter of potato salad, large container of pasta salad.  The not so kind, “What do you mean you’re out. Im going to complain. That’s the only reason why I came” – with a basket full of other

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