When the ink dries up
Sometimes I look back on all I’ve written here on this Daily Dose section and I wonder how the heck did I do it all. I’m not amazed by it, though. How could I be? With lifeless asyndetons, hasty word...
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I lived beside Justin Stark for ten years. You may not know him. You may have read about him in the newspaper recently. Either way, I want you to meet him as I did: the awkward boy who tried to stay...
View ArticleHow to be a doctor
“Be a doctor, Kacper.” I’m six and he’s 63 and with hands carved by dirt and eyes worn and tired, he outlines a world of undeniable possibility, of hope, and ultimately, of love. Related Posts Goodbye,...
View ArticleWax on a cake When growing up, even candles can't burn away the thoughts
I cried on my sweet sixteen. While my parents sang “Happy Birthday” in thick, heavy accents, and lit candles were dancing to the tune of their breaths, and wax began to dripping bit by bit on the...
View ArticleHow to get a job like mine
Writer Kurt Vonnegut used to have this speech entitled, “How to Get a Job Like Mine.” In it, he told you nothing of the sort. Instead with his worn-down, rustic voice that sounded like a radiator, he...
View ArticleThe history of a ball Sometimes arguments become so heated that the issues...
“Give the ball back, fucker.” He brandishes his knuckles. He spits on the ground. He is six. “Heard what I said?” I shuffle my feet in the ground and squeeze the ball in my hand. It is a bright orange,...
View ArticleGoodbye, you farts
I am afraid of waking up on April 9. On that date, four years will have come to a close, and I’m scared of losing all of it. Related Posts How to get a job like mineWax on a cakeHow to be a doctor...
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