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Memoir Poetry

South Boston Speedway, 1988

I smell the charred pan fried edges of a bologna burger and the burnt rubber tires of an amateur race car driver spinning out in Turn 3 and the body stench and beer sweat pouring out of a race fan…

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Memoir Poetry

To hell and back with a cigarette break in between

We were teenagers: 13, 14, 15 when the random thought came to us. I’m not sure who had the idea. I think it was Jeremiah, but it may have been Robbie. I’m fairly certain it wasn’t me. Let’s go running.…

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Memoir Nonfiction

The Water Sure Is Cold. Deep, Too.

One of the most memorable nights of my life with my cousin Gary involved a urinal at a now defunct bar in Charlottesville.

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Memoir Nonfiction

A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Sometimes it’s worth far more.

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Memoir Nonfiction

The Seizure

A grand mal seizure reveals something more dire: anaplastic oligodendroglioma.

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Memoir Nonfiction

The First Phone Call

My phone rang. A familiar voice spoke with a sense of urgency. “Jeremiah is in the hospital.”

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Memoir Nonfiction

Stephen King Comes to Phenix, Virginia

Stephen King terrorized my childhood in the 1980s. I’m pretty sure he (and It) terrorized your childhood too.

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Memoir Nonfiction

The New Kid

At first, I didn’t like the new kid. I resented him actually. That would all change in time as Jeremiah grew to be one of the best friends I would ever have.

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Memoir Nonfiction

The Music Stops

No one ever said this would happen. That it could happen.

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Memoir Nonfiction

The Gilliam Shed

Or, how I got that really cool scar on my left elbow

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Memoir Nonfiction

Creature from the Black Lagoon

A prehistoric creature lurks in the waters. A creature from the black lagoon.

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Memoir

’Twas the Day Before Christmas

The calm of Christmas Eve.

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Memoir Nonfiction Poetry

The birds and the bees

A conversation with my dad about sexual intercourse. A free verse poem.

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Memoir Nonfiction

I Still See You

What May 21 means in my life

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Memoir Nonfiction

Raw Potatoes

He’d grin. Then eat at it like an apple.

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Memoir Nonfiction Writing

The Accidental Book

I wrote a book, by accident

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Memoir

There’s Always a Reason to Laugh

“If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don’t bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get…

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Memoir Nonfiction

A Slight Digression On My Own Experience Starting a Rock Band

Before the end of seventh grade, Kurt Cobain was dead from suicide. It was announced one morning as we sat in homeroom watching Channel One news where Anderson Cooper got his start in journalism.

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Nonfiction Memoir

How Not To Fry An Egg

A cooking lesson from my dad, who is, perhaps, the worst cook in human history.

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Memoir

Robbie, Junior

Robbie is my second cousin, a little more than a year and a half older than me. His grandmother, Elner, my Papa Hamlett’s sister and my great aunt. Though our blood was inextricably linked through kin, there is more to it than that.