Tales of the 10th West Irregulars

“If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.” Stephen King

Friday, September 27, 2019

the gravity of ghost people

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There is a pause to my house when I walk in at 8:39 PM. "There is a light on in the basement," BC states. Beach nods agreeing,...
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Sunday, September 8, 2019

the day

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In the dark, I wait for the day to start.   I wait for the thoughts to settle to the bottom of the bottle.  Outside the sky crests.  A b...
Saturday, September 7, 2019

I am not

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I sent a message out on my phone telling him I miss him and went to sleep. Of course between friends of the opposite sex, those weren't ...
Sunday, September 1, 2019

little giants

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If it were up to me she would have played the cello. She would have gone to school; Montessori I believe.  Her hair would always be in...
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Wednesday, August 28, 2019

sunlight through my fingers

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Yesterday was a shit show.  A shit show on a stale cracker.   A day so messed up it can rarely occur so it's important to not let it...
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Monday, August 26, 2019

rivers of doubt

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The heat comes for the river first.  It drinks from it twisting the air into moppy strings of green earth. The dogs don't care.  The...
Sunday, August 18, 2019

the fine print of love

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The speed in her response to my slip is brutal, "Except we don't have a dog named Kilo," she states. No, she's right...
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Misty Brown
I am the mom of 4 kids. That is a lot of kids! Homeschooling the youngest, Beach, our little ninja. She is a competitive gymnast with tons of personality & a unique perspective on life. She makes her own way through the world with a visual disability. We live, farm, & school on a small urban farmstead west of the beautiful city of SLC.
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