October 15, 2011
“I made you a mix tape,” said Liam. He pushed the cassette across the table to where she could reach it and pulled his hand back quickly. “Where did you get it?” she said, hopping out of her seat and grabbing the tape. She immediately began inspecting every inch, pulling the tape out, fingering the […]
Filed under: Kiss & Tell by omilbury
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September 11, 2011
There remains something truly unbelievable, something actually and honestly incomprehensible, about 9/11. Ten years ago. I still don’t believe it and I don’t think I ever will.
Filed under: Just the Facts, Please! by omilbury
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August 30, 2011
I killed a fly today. It was on my bedroom wall, not moving, still. I used an old magazine that was on my bedside table and I flattened the fly body against the wall. I was working at the desk with my laptop open. My desktop is covered with tiny icons, different files that I’ve […]
Filed under: Instant Gratification by omilbury
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August 14, 2011
I killed a fly today. It was on my bedroom wall, not moving, still.
Filed under: Instant Gratification by omilbury
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July 28, 2011
In the liquidation bin, I found the first season of The West Wing on DVD: $15 for six discs of the Aaron Sorkin-penned drama about a fictional President and his administration. The show’s behind-the-scenes look at the inner machinations of the White House sparkles with clever dialogue and walking-down-the-hallways tracking shots. Great show. And of […]
Filed under: Just In Case, OPEN MIC by omilbury
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July 14, 2011
“Curiously enough, one cannot read a book; one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, an active and creative reader is a rereader.” – Vladimir Nabokov
Filed under: OPEN MIC by omilbury
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June 14, 2011
Summer, 1976 My father wakes at 5:00 AM, heads directly to the rink, and skates for two hours. He spends his days in the sun, painting the houses of upstate New York. His skin gets painfully red at first but soon a deeper brown settles in. Exhausted, he stops at the rink for another hour on the […]
Filed under: Summer of Love by omilbury
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May 14, 2011
“Best Throwing of One’s Awesome Childhood in the Rest of our Faces.” Bestie #14 showcases Owen’s talent of captivating the reader with…oh never mind that BS. He’s a total showoff. Boys will be boys…
Filed under: 2011 Best Of by omilbury
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April 8, 2011
“So everything comes down to packaging?” I asked, conscious of the shape of my words. “Exactly,” said Mr. Savarin, nodding with his glass. “That’s how capitalism works. I can sell anything as long as it’s packaged correctly. Doesn’t matter if it’s a car or a politician or an idea. The packaging is all that matters.” […]
Filed under: "Tastes Like Chicken" by omilbury
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March 15, 2011
I haven’t found a record of any miracles performed by Saint Owen of Rouen. What gives?
Filed under: Saints & Sinners by omilbury
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