Category Archives: Fiction

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Before Snowhill: In Transit

It doesn’t take long for the man across the car to notice me. We aren’t the only two fellows on the subway, the dirty underground transportation shuttle of our fair and noble city, but we are the only two men wearing the … Continue reading

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Being Poor at SnowHill

I am a poor man. How poor? Poor enough to lose the little I had to a spineless, vindictive son-of-a-bitch who without word, warning, or reason threw me in this building for an indeterminate amount of time. At least I … Continue reading

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Hellhounds at SnowHill

The hellhounds come out at me from around the bend in the path between the two largest greenhouses. I am bending over sharply at the waist; with hunched shoulders I’m picking weeds from the small outdoor garden plot in preparation … Continue reading

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My Freedom in SnowHill

My freedom is constrained to the vast area held within these few carpeted walls.  While my mind is very much free – it has little impact not generated from my own musings – my physical entity is restricted to the … Continue reading

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What Lay Before Him

Prompt from “The Write Now,” a free-writing column in a free Flagstaff-area newsletter: He couldn’t believe what lay on the sidewalk before him . . . (include three colors; write no more than the lines provided) He couldn’t believe what … Continue reading

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Sad Days at Snowhill

On these sadder days, the days with more clouds than birds, the large oak tree outside my window comes into focus.  The tremendous trunk rises nearly five feet from the ground before splitting into two trunks; from there, the branches … Continue reading

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Being Here at Snowhill

It’s a mystery to why I’m here. I was sent here by a compatriot, a fellow human, but for what reason?  Not simply to get me out of his life – he could’ve just killed me for that, despite even … Continue reading

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A Note from Snowhill

It’s been four years to the day since I was first voted into this place. Voted, as if I ran, as if I was ever a willing candidate; like seeds borne upon the wind, I was blown here by the … Continue reading

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About SnowHill Asylum

This isn’t a place for just any crazy person.  You know, like your cousin Jim who scrawls his first (and only) love’s name on the wall in pickle juice and parrot blood, or like your aunt Marge who has voo-doo … Continue reading

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About a Hiking Man

The man goes hiking with his daughter nearly every weekend.  Nearly ever weekend since she entered college, the father drives to her dorm, and they go hiking.  Hiking around the lakes, hiking up the mountains, hiking though town. At first, … Continue reading