stone petoskey
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it was morning; i was mourning. Top Story - November 2025.
it was morning; i was mourning. my pager went off. i reached into my pocket to see who it was. my mother was paging me. that never happened. i was riding my bicycle up park avenue. middle of winter. it was a bright cold. sharp. almost painful. bitter wind blew through the broken zipper on my jacket. reminding me that i was broke; or broken?
By stone petoskey 2 months ago in Fiction
The Heart-Shaped Locket Gang
I awoke from my dream to a startling realization: I was an illusion. Just a dream being dreamed. Sure, I could still touch my face, hear my heart beating, smell Natalie’s perfume as she slept next to me, taste the joint from last night upon my tongue and see the flames shimmering in the sky outside my window, but I was gob smacked to discover that this human being who my parents had named Mark didn’t exist. My timing, as always, was a calamity. The world, at the very moment of my breakthrough, was hurtling into the abyss due to the sudden massive rise in sea levels and the disarmingly absurd fluctuations in weather.
By stone petoskey 5 years ago in Fiction
The Peace & Joy of Unknowing
In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s there are few. — Shunryu Suzuki As I felt the cool grains of sand upon my feet and as the first rays of morning light began to sparkle off the ocean waves, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for another day to live. The salt tinged air brushing against my skin, the seagulls swooping and dancing above, the driftwood scattered upon the shore sculpted by time, all of these gifts serving as reminders of my good fortune. I stopped to look out to sea and a fish jumped, it’s body arching against the cloudless sky, free and alive.
By stone petoskey 5 years ago in Lifehack
