February 2012
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The Artist's Resume: →
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3AM
At three in the morning I hear him coughing. I get up and go to the other room. He is lying on the bed I used to sleep in. A white sheet thrown over top of him are a swill of white arcs that crumple with his legs. The sheet is transparent almost, soaked in the sweat that delicately covers his brow. He coughs again and again and I go to him. He’s asleep still.
His face is unshaven. White stubble...
January 2012
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So...this is how I think I'll start my book.
I am a liar. If I told you my name was David Miller I would be lying. I am David Lowe. My grandfather was Arthur Lowe and he was a liar. My farther was Jesse Miller and he was a liar, though I only spoke with him a handful of times and I can’t recall if he ever lied to my face. I am David Lowe because my mother gave me her name when I was born. She was a liar too.
I am awake and it is...
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From: Perfect Little Lies
After the season finished and the crops were done and his father had paid him his share Arthur moved west with Cathy to work on the Grand Coulee dam in Washington state. They lived in Grand Coulee initially in a house that looked over the gully of the dam.
Arthur liked to look out at the dam. It was a simple gray wall that plunged into the sky and at it’s lip held back an ocean. Across the brim...
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“I have to tell you something…I have cancer…okay, I don’t have...”
– Dylan Lenz to his sister Ashley
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Tonight I see Hanson.
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From: Perfect Little Lies
By: Dylan Lenz
In’58 when the copper mine was still the chief source of industry for Duluth Minnesota, Arthur Lowe fell in love with Gladys Fischer one hot evening in mid-July at a company picnic. Eventually the heat became commonplace and ignored along with the damp cotton shirts and perspiration that collected on the guest’s foreheads. They had met once before, Gladys was a secretary for Joe...
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Boxing Playlist #2 (Hip Hop & Rap Mix)
By: Dylan Lenz
Like I said, I’m a spin MD, and I’ll take care of ya ‘til you get wearier…here is the hip hop version.
1. Gotta Have It - Jay Z & Kanye West
2. No Church in the Wild - Jay Z & Kanye West ft. Frank Ocean
3. Jump Around - House of Pain
4. It Takes Two - Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock
5. Make Some Noise - Beastie Boys
6. Niggas in Paris - Jay Z &...
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Boxing Playlist #1 (Punk & Alt. Mix)
By: Dylan Lenz
Trust me! I’m a spin doctor and I’ve sucsessfully DJ’d a number of kitchen dance parties. This playlist will maximize your workout, it will kick you to life when you get tired, and just might…change your life.
1. Roadrunner - Joan Jett
2. Alternative Ulster - Stiff Little Fingers
3. The Distance - Cake
4. Behind Closed Doors - Rise Against
5. Blood To...
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A Chorus for Stella and 5th St. Hotel Rooms in...
By: Dylan Lenz
In Illinois I”ll get drunk
On Champaign in Champaign
With Polyanna and assorted TV guests from my childhood
They’ll leave and she’ll stay,
Naked,
I hope,
But I know that orphans, champaigne, and television are liars.
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Bookends tie off dog earred mid-century shit.
John Barryman remains
With Bob’s Tarantula and while Poly undresses
I notice...
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A Summer In Prague...III
It was a week after I stopped sleeping with Paula and accepted that my writing would have to be put on hold that I saw Sara again. She was at a bodega on a side street where a small market met each Saturday until the afternoon. It was there I had been able to buy a large number of records that seemed to be unavailable in most of the music shops around town. I frequented it often and would buy my...
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A Summer In Prague...cont.
At the lunch with my coleague I was able to convince Paula to accompany me to dinner that evening. I assured myself it would be the best way to get back at Sara.
Of the chapter I was working on, I could not write that day, or any of the subsequent days and months that I spent knowing Sara. That is what she had taken. A freind of mine, or rather an acquaintance, explained this occurance to me...
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Summer in Prague
It could be argued without dispute that I lost part of mself when I found Sara. She was good and I was able to see that. With her I felt complete as men should when they find a woman they are compelled to think of, even after they part and are not able to see one another for some time.
When I first met her it was at a party for a dear friend who I no loger can recall. In that summer I attended...
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“I made orange juice from concentrate and showed her the trick of squeezing the...”
– Miranda July
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The Fruits of Our Labor (Short Story Start)
By: Dylan Lenz
They built an empire. They bought our legs then sold them back to us. Before our eyes they took what thousands of years had given us – our right to stand and in their shadow, on our knees, we fell.
Nine years ago they called it the miracle protein; the discovery to save the world. Within five months they had run out. The protein H78-J was harvested from the muscle tissue of the...
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“Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.”
– Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down
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“Anybody who says they are a good liar obviously is not, because any legitimately...”
– ― Chuck Klosterman
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“Every relationship is fundamentally a power struggle, and the individual in...”
– ― Chuck Klosterman, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto
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From: Devotion
By: Dylan Lenz
Arthur Lancaster raised his daughter Colleen alone. His wife Dorthy had died in 1978. Dorthy had cancer. Arthur had loved Dorthy. He missed her.
Colleen was fourteen when her mother died. It hadn’t been sudden. For the year and a half prior to Dorthy’s death Colleen watched her mother slowly grow more haggard and frail. Colleen had...
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Perfect Little Lies
David told her he loved her. He did not.
Of all the lies he had ever told this one was the closest to the truth and the one that would trouble him the most. David Lowe was an honest man, or at least he tried to be. Although, there were times, like there are in all of our lives, when a lie is just more fitting than the reality of the circumstance. Times when a story needed a slightly more...
December 2011
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I don't want to write today.
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One Hundred & Eighty Seconds
By: Dylan Lenz
In three minutes everything could change. Lutz stood up, barely. His eyes were swollen. There was a small cut under his right eye brow, so he kept his glove glued to his forehead. He was tired. They both were.
In the previous hour Lutz had left the locker room. He had made his way into the ring. He had lasted eleven rounds with Arcemdes Fletcher. Fletcher...
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WatchSledding with pals.
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The Companion
When my grandfather died my grandmother did not remarry. Instead she lived alone for the next twenty years, with the occassional child or grand child staying for a time when money was tight, or hearts were broken. She was alone and rather content.
Ten years before her death she was asked to accompany an old friend to an event. He was a recent widower and didn’t want to go to his Christmas...
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“Life’s disappointments are harder to take when you don’t know any...”
– Calvin - From Calvin & Hobbes
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“I’m all for the scissors. I believe more in the scissors than I do in the...”
– Truman Capote - Re: Editing
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The Fighter
Benjamin McGregor weighs two hundred and forty seven pounds. Most of which catches me on the left side of my jaw. I’m dazed for a second then push my glove up to my cheek before he’s able to come at me again. He’s six foot seven, he has five inches on me, though I have five pounds on him. Five pounds and a bum shoulder that seems to tear open every time my jab fails to make...
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Writing Exercise:
Don’t tell Alex. David thought as he pushed the last of the snow to the end of the drive way. It was clean now, slow even strokes formed tidy piles at either side of the concrete. David had spent the last hour taking more time than he needed to, but the time before he would actually need to see Alex was a welcome procrastination.
David stood upright, pushed his back as far as he could...
November 2011
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