Tip of the Quill: A Journal

Monthly Archives: April 2006


When he first heard the news on the radio he couldn’t believe it — so he switched on the television, since visuals were harder to fake than words. When he saw it on CNN he still didn’t buy it, so he enlisted in the service to see for himself. He went through the training, received […]

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She tries to tell him it’s a good thing, tries to make him smile, but all he hears is her desire to leave and he stares at his hands on the table. She tries to promise she’ll be back but the words stick in her throat because who is she to say such things when […]

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The taste of sawdust is heavy in the air, mixed with sweat, grease and oil. The polishing rag sits abandoned where it fell smack in the middle of the half-gleaming hood of the 1939 cherry red Ford de Soto cut and chopped and remixed into the precide hot rod that the coolest kid in school […]

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When she came home she couldn’t find it, When he left home he couldn’t stand it, When she tried to make a home she failed Because he wouldn’t have any of it. Some of us are homemakers, Some of us are homewreckers, Some of us carry our homes with us Like so many turtles, or […]

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The graffiti on the overpass on the edge of town is letter-for-letter the same as its sister located on the other side of the world and linked by some arcane tag magic known only to the artists of gates, doors and liminal spaces.

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They found him leaning against the bridge, staring at the sky and mouthing words, his eyes flicking back and forth as if he were watching the gods play tennis. They swore he was a prophet, they spread his legend far and wide and across the country millions followed suit, beating wide paths to the nearest […]

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She sweeps the floor of the bus station with the same broom she’s used for years, nothing’s different, it’s all the same, the kids are all right and her health is good, she has no need to wander or travel, and that’s what perplexes her – why oh why has she worked for so long […]

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She leans in close for the kiss but when he responds she loses all interest, she loses focus; her mind wanders because she’s caught his scent, not body odor or any cheap cologne but the very same smell she’d caught once when walking down some back street in Takayama, and instead of being aroused or […]

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The ghost in the theme park is really and truly pissed because no one will take it seriously now because of that fucking Great Dane and those meddling asshole kids.

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The two hipsters walked hand in hand in the moonlight down by the canal laughing at the irony of the cheesy cliche and falling in love in spite of themselves.

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