My guest post is now up on A Holistic Journey. Many thanks to Holistic Wayfarer for the invitation.
By the second week I learned that Texans sweat as much
as the French, and swear even more, that you couldn’t fight one
twin without taking on the other. But the librarian would slip me
the choicest donated fiction, and I played baseball every day in the
vacant lot until sundown called the players home to black and white
body counts and cigarette commercials on the three channels we got.
Sometimes I lay in bed under the half-light of the whirring fan
blades, and dreamt of heroes and ornithopters, zebras and the scent
of chocolate chip cookies in the oven. Other nights I wondered
how words could rest so calmly on one page yet explode off the next,
or why a man would climb a tower in Austin to kill fourteen people.
Wasn’t living a matter of simple subtraction?
One by one the days parted and I walked through the dwindling
heat…
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O at the Edges 
Just superb.
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So pleased you find it so. Thank you!
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Really powerful and evocative.
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Thank you. Those were interesting times. As are these.
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“Other nights I wondered
how words could rest so calmly on one page yet explode off the next,”
I really like those words.
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Books – words – have always fascinated me.
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Great writing Robert!
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Thank you, Jarrod.
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