i like to tell stories | Quarterly #1-8 Collected | 164 pages | soft to the touch



i like to tell stories

June 25, 2007 – June 25, 2010 | 1096 Days | 1084 Published Stories | 126 Unpublished Stories


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1.96 Seconds Of My Haunting | May 31, 2010

196 Photographs At 1/100 A Second In 31 Minutes 14 Seconds

Woman Hollering Creek

“According to legend, a woman who has recently given birth drowns her newborn in the river because the father of the child either does not want it, or leaves with a different woman. The woman then screams in anguish from drowning her child. After her death, her spirit then haunts the location of the drowning and wails in misery. The legend has many different variations and there has even been occasional sightings of the restless woman’s spirit. The legend also states that if you get too close to the water, the hollering woman will drag you in, hoping you are her child.” – Wikipedia

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I was driving east from where I now live. On this drive, on this road, one crosses many streams, creeks and rivers. This being Texas, there is a sign for almost each one, so you know which water running you are crossing as you cross it.

I stopped at the first one, only this first one.

At each one, I dreamed of the wet underneath. I was hot and I imagined that wet would be a comfort. At each one, every muscle in my body and in my brain was telling me to stop, to not go further and to turn my chariot around. Yet my heart, that damn thing was telling me to floor it, faster and faster and find that next wet to cross, as with each one, I was almost where I had been dreaming of. Dreaming of that wet I had lost.

My heart will always win.

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Austin, TX | June 16, 2010 | 2 Minutes, 2 Seconds


I Believe Everything I See, Still, I Just No Longer Trust It

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8 Minutes In The Hour Of 8 | June 21, 2010



Twenty Four Hours Has Now Passed

In these hours I have been tested and tried against many odds on a measurable scale while standing on my own, I saw a portrait of an unborn child, I saw proof of love forever believed in, I have a new way to communicate with a tool I can hold in my own hands and as I had hoped all 24h long, a new battery has successfully been started. Of all this I am quite grateful.

We were invited to witness the beginning of people changing themselves, fixing themselves, all by making themselves less than they are now. If I could make myself half of what I am now to be a better man, in the environment of this challenge they were facing, I like to think I would try too. This today was not about me and the weight I was feeling was so very different yet just as hard to shed. Some moments of bravery we saw this day were nothing short of extraordinary.

A Spa By A River In Texas On A Hot Day

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One Day Long Ago I Held A Green Balloon

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April 13, 2010 | 7:09:54 PM