March 20, 2019

I am alone, sitting on the floorin my room- ashippingcontainer turned into a habitat- with a binder in front of me. I’m suppose to be studying for my promotion. Everyone else in the platoon won’t be here until tomorrow. They’re back at the JSS in Tarmiyah. It’s a small...

November 7, 2017

I remember the birds. Hundreds, maybe thousands, all moving south as winter approaches. The air is cool and the sky slate. Their discordant songs take you back the HEB on Military Drive in San Antonio. Whataburger. You're childhood, back when your grandparents lived on...

September 7, 2017

I've heard it been said, quite commonly, our sense of smell is the strongest at triggering old memories. I'm not too sure about this tossed around factoid. You see for me it is sound that excavates buried recollections like a child sifting through a box of toys. In my...

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