Category Archives: Loose Chunks of Debris

Fiction, semi-fiction, thoughts, essays, haiku, and all other posts that strike a chord.

My Lost Adolescence

It is hot. During the day, the sun scorches my skin. At night the heat hangs on the breeze, thick enough to cut with a dull razor. I sit on the porch, staring into the field across from your house. … Continue reading

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Descansos III – Details

Not long after crossing into New Mexico from Texas, I abandoned Interstate 40 for Highway 84 stretching from Santa Rosa to Las Vegas. It was a lightly-traveled two-lane ribbon through desert shrubs, but it had its collection of roadside memorials. … Continue reading

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Protected: My Father’s Notebook

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Shadows of Montreal

Awful week. I’ve nothing to add but music. Here’s an old song written by Toronto’s @jordansafer, engineered by McGill’s George Massenburg, sung by Myrrhine. Enjoy.

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The Long Hot Summer, 1967

I was 13 during my first riot lockdown. It was the summer of 1967 in Milwaukee, and, like dozens of cities across the U.S., race riots in poor neighborhoods were claiming lives and property. On July 30, a fight somewhere … Continue reading

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Descansos II – Cleansing

Descansos II. Cleansing. Continue reading

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Descansos

Traveling cross-country, each time I see a Descanso I wonder about the story. Who died? What happened? Were they young? Old? At fault? An innocent victim? Descansos are rare on interstates, and some states have banned them. But here in … Continue reading

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How to Publish in 12 Months or More

Writing fiction is wrenching and emotional. On some days, writing a novel is a hateful task, on other days it’s your reason to breathe. It’s hard work, for sure. And once it is conceived and started, it becomes parasitic in … Continue reading

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Ant Patrol

It’s 2 a.m. and there’s an ant crawling along the edge of my laptop screen. Continue reading

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What Ellis gave us

I have a folder in my filing cabinet called ‘Ellis Avery’. It’s filled with my semester’s work in her Master Fiction class 10 years back, and, more poignantly, the notes she’d handwritten in the margins. It also holds several manila … Continue reading

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