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The Sweat Lodge in My Backyard (Memoir)

The Sweat Lodge in My Backyard (Memoir)

When I was a kid, I always tried to be normal but it never worked. My lemonade stand was in the center of a cornfield. I often threw the football to myself. And sometimes I wore a Mustang Ranch T-shirt to school, which was a gift my dad acquired from an infamous...

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The End of Being Human (Music Memoir)

The End of Being Human (Music Memoir)

I woke up in an empty room on a hardwood floor with a terrible hangover. It was 11:00 am in Amsterdam. The door rattled and was followed by a loud knock, knock! A shallow silence followed. Then, knock, knock, knock! “Gentry! Get up! We’re waiting!” The voice was...

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I Befriended a Venomous Viper in a Mayan Cave (Memoir)

I Befriended a Venomous Viper in a Mayan Cave (Memoir)

It was dawn on the eastern side of the Yucatan Peninsula, and I looked out over the Caribbean in front of me. The sun was rising as the full moon was setting. Those two magnificent orbs in the sky at one time didn’t occur often, but today had a strange kind of magic....

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Mrs. Kiffmeyer, My Piano Teacher (Music Memoir)

Mrs. Kiffmeyer, My Piano Teacher (Music Memoir)

I walked up the driveway to the top of a small hill in a nice, Minnesotan neighborhood every Thursday afternoon for piano lessons. When I reached the top and opened the front door, I slipped into another world. A curtain drew back from my black-and-white movie and...

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Tedium 8 – An Apocalyptic Roadside Attraction (Fiction)

Tedium 8 – An Apocalyptic Roadside Attraction (Fiction)

It was macabre. A gothic children’s exhibit. A series of blackened and burnt structures had been cobbled together to form a methamphetamine miniature golf course in the center of nowhere. Jarette was on the border of Utah and Nevada just outside the small town of...

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My Barefoot Piano Punk Video Life (Music Memoir)

My Barefoot Piano Punk Video Life (Music Memoir)

The studio was filled with smoke. My eyes were red and puffy and each breath I took was filled with leftover joint fumes. I stared through the haze over the microphone into the engineering booth waiting for talk back. “That was dope.” “Really? You thought so?” I...

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Learning Loneliness in Track Town (Memoir)

Learning Loneliness in Track Town (Memoir)

I stood in his bathroom with a bucket, a sponge, and a can of Ajax bleach. He was in the doorway. A strange and angular-looking middle-aged man staring at me through wire-rimmed glasses with a lascivious grin. My skinny body was nervous, but I was broke and I needed...

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Creative Courage and Vulnerability (Essay)

Creative Courage and Vulnerability (Essay)

How to take risks and be authentic with your writing and creativity Many creative people find it difficult to write and create honest work from their own experiences because they’re afraid to be vulnerable and show their inner thoughts and sensitive history. I believe...

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Tedium 7 – Delilah’s Confession (Fiction)

Tedium 7 – Delilah’s Confession (Fiction)

Music rose from the jukebox. First a whispered woman’s voice singing, then gentle guitar spilled over a seductive dance of bass, percussion, and piano. Jarette immediately recognized the song and the singer. Once I Loved by Astrud Gilberto. “You like this, Cowboy?”...

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