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All my lies are always wishes

I needed a pen. I’ve also been deep in a tiger pit of depression lately, and it seemed like a good idea to pit these two things against each other. Draw a cure from the blood of necessity.

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Any hammer you can hold

This is the nature of a tool, which is only ever just a thing and nothing more. An item that exists in the world, that you might hold in your hand and learn to master, with tricks and secrets to its nature.

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Solve for work

There is no written word without a weary hand wielding the pen.

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Bitter Melodies, Turning Your Orbit Around

My first coffee was poured from the spout of a steel urn into a styrofoam cup, the kind that squeaks and crunches in your hand when you touch it that I’m certain was a little toxic.

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The lost memory of a perfect McPizza

I can tell you that McPizza was salty and sweet, with perfectly melted cheese that tasted a little like an old ninja turtle fresh from 2 minutes in the microwave, all melted plastic and nostalgia.

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Heart as hard as nails

I worry that we have let Sad Song mean too many things, that it’s too easy a phrase to describe such a deep well, and it’s time to find new words for the walls we hit on the way down.

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Get To Feel Old

There are new things standing and waiting out there, each of them a mark on the days ahead, as if they are lighthouses steering me and my most tired bones away from the rocks that might shatter us once and for all.

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We're here tonight, and that's enough

“Wonderful Christmastime” is not a perfect song. It might not work on your holiday playlist, or stand proud on a list of beloved classics, but it might be that it’s not a song to be played at home with intention

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The Gales of November remembered

This is the beauty of the song, the heart of it in those who lost their lives in service of building a world many believed they never belonged to, as if they are men out of time.

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Damn it Johnny, you know I love my Big Beef N Cheddar

The second time I ever came out as trans, it was in an Arby’s drive-through in Alberta on a flip-phone in the height of the oil boom. A decision made with impassioned haste that left lingering memories of trying, failing, and the desire to try again regardless

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A brief history of darts in the body

I started smoking, and I don’t remember the first one at all, but that is often the way of firsts.

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Cheap McNuggets at the gates of Heaven

Tasting heaven only cost $.49, and each bite brought me closer to God.