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Continue reading →: The One That Got AwayI didn’t know what to say. Every word that crept to the edge of my tongue felt lacking and hollow, so I opted in favor of lingering reticence instead. The unforgiving heft of disappointment blanketed both me and Dylan with an insufferable suffocation. He rested on his knees, an unamused…
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Continue reading →: Dear UkraineDear Ukraine:In a world comprised of incalculable particles, molecules and other sophisticated complexities, it’s astonishing to me how we as man can fall so easily to the croon of war. A trumpet blasts and bombs begin. Barbarism follows like a seething shadow.In a world that paints the sky with brilliant…
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Continue reading →: The ShirtThere are moments in our lives destined to become unforgettable. Happenstances of heartbreak, elation, fear, loss, innocence and so on… Whatever it may be, we all have them. We’ve all experienced them. In a way, it’s what binds us. Transcends all barriers. No matter the background, ethnicity or socioeconomic upbringing,…
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Continue reading →: It’s a Medic’s Wonderful LifeFrom the bridge, the city almost looked peaceful. This was ever more so when the snow fell. A Christmas city festooned by decorative delight. Storefronts transformed into mesmeric displays halting onlookers both young and old, streetlamps donned tinsel and garland. The high-rises boasted brilliant sparkle as if to be bejeweled…
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Continue reading →: Jack of the Lantern (Ep: 216)So, if you didn’t already know, I am a HUGE Halloween fan. In fact, as soon as September hits, my “watched” playlist across all streaming devices quickly shifts to all things macabre and deliciously spooky. This year, I tried my hand at crafting a story of my own. I have…
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Continue reading →: Driving NASCAR“Heneghan!” Bruce’s baritone voice cut through the ambulance bay like a sawing blade. Halting any and all around in place. My hands, still weighted by a 1000cc bag of saline, bandages, roller gauze and other medical trimmings that I had just retrieved from inventory. I looked up to see that…
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Continue reading →: A Boy Named, RyanChildhood was an interesting time for me. Stable and secure it was not. By the time the 90’s had come around, I had seen my family fracture and fragment into warring shards. Had my father removed from our home. I watched as my mother was stricken with disease, and moved…
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Continue reading →: Last SummerIt was the summer before high school; I was 16 years old. I sat with Slurpee in hand, cogitating about how things were about to change. You see, up to that point in my life, I had never felt it necessary to ponder on the segue from boyhood to manhood.…








