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Green State Bound During Covid

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Grays and blacks furrowed the sky in pregnant clouds as I stood there by the CSX yard waiting on my freight.  I left shortly thereafter, leaving my wet footprints behind with sawdust...

Scotty Doesn’t Know

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Scotty was a dreamer, a raconteur of tales at sea, a bullshitter.  He stood about the same height as myself, maybe slightly taller, with a stubbly, red beard, a face tattoo of...

Riding Freight through the Clouds

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I spent the hours before dusk curled up in the dirt beneath a bush, with empty bottles and cans of beer scattered around me, left by past train hoppers.  Plastic bags of...

To Those I’ve Lost

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I really hate needles.  I stumble across them all the time in the invisible woods, under bridges and by the train tracks no matter how small the town or city.  It’s an epidemic.  It’s...

Stray Needles in Hartford

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A cold sensation dribbled down my face in the darkest hours of night.  I awoke, confused as to what gently touched my stubbles of facial hair.  Rain dripped.  It dropped from the abandoned overhang above my...