Posts Tagged Michael C. Keith

Is a Funeral Home Really a Home?

by Michael C. Keith You can’t stop being afraid just by pretending                                          everything that scares you isn’t there.                                         – Michael Marshall During the summer of my 11th year,…

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Thumbing Georgia

by Michael C. Keith If you were color blind, you’d be a better person. Robert Smith It seemed to me that we’d been standing on the blazing stretch of Route 1 south of Savannah half of my 12 years on the planet. “My legs are getting rubbery from being here…

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Broken Sleep

by Michael C. Keith For some offenses, there is only retribution.                                           – Dennis R. Miller Quinn Myer woke up in the middle of the night to relieve himself, but…

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What Papa Want

by Michael C. Keith   There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in the dry season and rotting around the feet.                                      …

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The Story You Are About To…

By Michael C. Keith Television can have dire effects on the young mind. – George Gerbner In 1954, me and my best friend, Carlos Munoz, would go down to Bailey’s Appliance Store on Foster Street and stand in front of its display window and watch television. My dad said they…

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Characters

by Craig Kurtz                     Every day I take the stage, performing sundry characters to harmonize with friends and make peace with motley strangers. I wake up without makeup, the script is virgin paper; my closet’s full of costumes and the world…

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Antlers

by Michael C. Keith Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts. – D.H. Lawrence   The white tail buck moves its snout a millimeter beyond the oily grass line and is assailed by a torrent of unfamiliar scents. “My mother will love those cloth napkins. She’d have everything…

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Above Love

by Michael C. Keith Every bad precedent originated as a justifiable measure. – Gaius Sallustius Crispus   It was out on deserted Route 310, nine miles north of Roseau, Minnesota, that Connor Barnes encountered something unlike anything he’d ever seen. It hovered in the air just a few yards in…

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Trampled by Elephants in Thailand

The report of my death was an exaggeration. –– Mark Twain By Michael Keith Ellie Murphy was finally leaving on the trip she had dreamed about her entire adult life.  Her fascination with the Far East was born of a desire to track her great-grandmother’s roots in a tiny village…

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Fifties Man (Part One)

Fate. Time. Occasion. Chance. Change. To these all things are subject. –– Percy Bysshe Shelley  By Michael Keith Emil Barry had the usual debate with himself at the gym–whether to use the treadmill or elliptical machine. Each had its benefits, but the treadmill was less demanding, at least the way…

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