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Appomattox Courthouse
I am a man who is walking home from Appomattox Courthouse. My country is behind me. My home is in front of me. I am a man who has outlived his country. The better number of the fingers of my right hand are gone along with my country. I left them with the Confederacy like […]
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Waiting on Redemption
David snapped his fingers and used the spark to light the cigarette. Waved away the little fire that was like a will-o’-the-wisp and took a drag. “You oughtn’t to do that,” Morris said. “When did you start being bothered by smoking? Not as though a sense of smell helps us out any.” “I don’t care […]
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Boll Weevil – Draft Excerpt II – Bodhidharma Died in California
California where the American continent dead-ends at the Pacific. Bodhidharma died in California. Henske was at his desk in the second-floor walk-up office over the chop suey joint that was what his intermittent practice could afford. Pull-out couch and a working bathroom near enough to the desk made the whole setup his living space as […]
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Boll Weevil – Draft Excerpt I
There was nothing but fields in all directions with the single dirt road cutting through them at an oblique angle like the whole thing was off-set and the body besides the road a way’s down. The body hadn’t been there long, least hadn’t been there the evening before when the manager of the property had […]
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All Concepts Dissolve Under Examination
I think that’s from the sayings of the Buddha. Although it might be Zhuang Zhou. I couldn’t find it online and my library is in boxes. This is about my general level of intellectual rigor. Some of my work: “Georgia Buddha” – Received the Passage Prize First Place for Fiction, and featured in the collection […]
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Sky Burial
Ran his fingers through his hair he had just shaved real close. Fingers pricked over stubble and the boy felt like a monk. His left hand remained on the wheel, held low, below the level of the dash. Repeated running his hand over what was left of his light-blonde hair as though he might want […]
V.N. Ebert 