F. Jason Whitaker
Writer
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I leave the road for the trail. I’m captivated by the sounds that envelope me as the road becomes a distant memory. I stretch my arms out to either side as I walk. I feel the damp leaves against my fingertips. I smell the…
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I walk alone on a sunny day with tall trees on either side of this small road. I can smell the damp in the air. The wind is gentle like a whisper through the leaves of the trees. I walk alone because it’s all…
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Bitter cold greeted me as I became aware that I was no longer in a dream. I move beneath the pile of blankets until I’m warm. For a moment I imagine remaining in my warm bed until it’s not so cold outside. I can…
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A New Year
A slow rain greets me as dreams fade into the early light of a new day. I could remain in bed for a few more hours but I place my feet on the floor and begin my day. It’s a new year and I’m…
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Alone for the season
I hear the songs of the season as the snow begins falling outside. I’m alone on this December evening. I’m always alone dreaming of not being alone. It’s cold outside as I bury myself beneath a stack of blankets. It’s the time of year…
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Reflection Upon the Many Years
I can imagine a time when I was younger and not always alone. I’m not speaking from a place of pride but a place of sorrow. I miss those moments. I think back upon those years often. I’m more alone than ever before these…
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Secrets: The Search Begins
The wind is cold and damp. I’ve driven for hours to reach this field. After leaving the letter I followed the directions left for me on a note. I drove not knowing if I would find him alive or not. After this our lives…
