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Portrait of Love

Together we were going to paint a portrait of the love we had for one another/ we were going to show the would just how amazing it was when opposites attracted/ It all started with one white canvas/...

A Shooting In Duchesne

“Tony’s dead.”

I understood Del's words, but couldn’t quite comprehend their meaning. He looked at me with a look that said, Please don’t make me say it again.

“What?” I...

Dancing with Garbage under Full Moon Light

Wind Chimes

WHAT HAPPENED TO WHAT WE WANT TO BE…..

 

People are so busy dreaming the American dream,

fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be,

that they...

Follicular Folly: A midnight trip to Wal Mart takes a scary turn

Working night shifts results in strange habits--like grocery shopping in the middle of the night.

Lucky I Dream

The fine line between plastic food and prison is clarified by the attention to dreaming.

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Gabriel Zacchai is a recording musician/ performer, husband, father, locksmith, doomer, ex-carpenter and facilities specialist who...

"The Altered Ego"

 

"Dolly's Ointment"

                Shopping in France has undergone quite a transformation over the past 15 years. These days, French shopping malls are very much like American  ones,...

Malcolm

Awkward rites of passage... sharks circle in the high-school hallways

Catharsis

Alot of bad-ness explodes into a simple decision to pay attention

Giving up

             I glared at my paddle, convinced that the intensity of my gaze could somehow force it through the water faster. My skinny nine-year-old arms sunk the right side into the...

Giving up

             I glared at my paddle, convinced that the intensity of my gaze could somehow force it through the water faster. My skinny nine-year-old arms sunk the right side into the...

Lesson of the Turtle

 

 

I was a young  boy in Grand Rapids, MI - living -

kenston, lived by the pond, "skipping turtles doesn't hurt them" he says, begging me to join him.

The first (and only) time I ever got arrested.

So, when I was 17 my friend DJ and I were walking home from school. We were walking down a street we went down every day when DJ saw a traffic cone just sitting there on the sidewalk. Being the rebellious, irresponsible young man he was he...