Dumbing Down My Life

I’m awake this morning, but even as sun streams through the windows, I feel dead. Something is wrong with my brain and I don’t like it. There’s no traction to my thoughts. When I try to sit down and write creatively, it doesn’t work. I hate this feeling. Maybe the problem is caused by the… Continue reading Dumbing Down My Life

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Mirror, Mirror

“What’s that?” My father and I were cleaning out my grandmother’s railroad apartment and had come near the end of the hallway with her chest of drawers. “Your grandmother’s bed sheets.” He gave a quick laugh. “She covered the mirror.” We put the chest down. “You can take them off.” I ripped the sheets off what was a full length mirror sitting floor… Continue reading Mirror, Mirror

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Flight

You’re strapped in for the hour flight, when a young woman, all flush and out of breath, stops at your row, apologizes with her eyes for making you get up. You fumble with the seat belt, struggle with your cane like a shy schoolboy or a creaky invalid as you rise to let her slide… Continue reading Flight

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Tom Hurtz Travelouge Pt. 2

Scenic, South Dakota

Tom Hurtz is a biker who thinks America is best experienced from the back of a motorcycle. The photos and commentary are from his 2017 journey through South Dakota’s Badlands. This is part two of a series. Here’s the link to Part 1. June 26, 2017 Devil’s Tower and Wyoming According to the GPS we… Continue reading Tom Hurtz Travelouge Pt. 2

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Tom Hurtz Travelouge Pt. 1

Devil's Gulch, South Dakota

Tom Hurtz is a biker who thinks America is best experienced from the back of a motorcycle. The photos and commentary are from his 2017 journey through South Dakota’s Badlands. This is part one of a series. Here is Part 2 of the series. June 23, 2017 Leaving Tomorrow Took a day off today to… Continue reading Tom Hurtz Travelouge Pt. 1

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Felt Tongue

Felt Tongue - Las Vegas

a sad body without a lift inside adler shoes walking down narrow streets in the loneliness  of city lights drawing out the  sad colors with a strong yellow  bar of light that the artist  passes off as  a gift.     Guy Beining’s work has appeared recently in the Iowa Review, the South Carolina Review, Fiction International, Skidrow/Penthouse,… Continue reading Felt Tongue

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Invisible Heat

Invisible and unnoticed heat / grasps the narrow edge […]

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Seven New Inventions

I am giving you the opportunity to publish this list of great new inventions that will revive the American economy […]

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