Lug Nut

TrappedInFlesh/ May 12, 2018

Her man doesn’t have a car – it broke down before they met and because the expense was worth as much as the car he sold it for scraps, he’s at work.  She sends him a text.  “I got a flat!” After he reads it “Fuck this place”

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Random Spit

TrappedInFlesh/ April 17, 2018

Usually I’ll grab breakfast at a local diner or at the golden arches.   But because I shouldn’t and really can’t be spending money as if I had it pouring into my pockets every Friday today I had a bowl of cereal.  I sat in front of the TV

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Hip-hop Vape Kids

TrappedInFlesh/ February 19, 2018

The other day on route to my job I was listening to the radio.  Power 106 where hip-hop doesn’t live.  After one the trendy songs they repeat multiple times every day a commercial aired informing listeners that vaping is dangerous and kids are doing it and that that

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Glasses

TrappedInFlesh/ February 14, 2018

New glasses.  Reading. Left eye. Everything skewed. Normal they said.  Hard to believe. Accustomed. In a week or so they said I’ll be. Clean and crisp.  Words now easy to read. A bit off. For a few days things will seem. They said. Never adjusted, now they believe. 

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Aging.

TrappedInFlesh/ January 29, 2018

I remember when I was in my teens I couldn’t wait to be an adult – twenty one years old walking into a liquor store taking my time to pick the right beer or pint of hard stuff. Those years came and went too fast.   I’m getting really

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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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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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Music

TrappedInFlesh/ July 27, 2017

When I’m home, mostly in my tiny studio, there is always music playing. A variety of “genres” sometimes in languages I can’t understand – doesn’t matter. If my inner Self, Spirit, Soul, what ever you want to call it, if it dances I listen. Because I like my

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