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Bob McDiarmid

Bob McDiarmid

About Death

I had a good business there on the waning ends of the Missouri, teaching would-be-wagoners about death. Here in the young city of Saint…

Aug 9, 2018

About Death

Aug 9, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

Well Alone

It had been weeks now since sharing the bed had gone from necessity against the night’s cold towards an air of embrace. We had both…

Aug 9, 2018

Well Alone

Aug 9, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

the moment

Where were you at the moment when your sexuality became part of your adult good self and not something to find a private place to practice…

May 22, 2018

the moment

May 22, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

Wunda Bred, 2014 Senior Caucasian Rapper of the Year

The sudden forward motion of the bus caused the man to swing into the seat next to me.

May 17, 2018

Wunda Bred, 2014 Senior Caucasian Rapper of the Year

May 17, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

The Woods at the End of Town

From my view across the coffeehouse, what I noticed most though, were the dark tattoos covering his hands. They reminded me of the kind of…

May 17, 2018

The Woods at the End of Town

May 17, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

Seasons of Glove

The bar manager approached me apprehensively as I was setting up the sound equipment. Thursday nights the bar hosted ‘Beareaoke’ for the…

May 17, 2018

Seasons of Glove

May 17, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

You have too much beauty for me to keep it all to myself

“Today will be fool of awbsome”, he said somberly.

May 17, 2018

You have too much beauty for me to keep it all to myself

May 17, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

Layers of an Onion

She died in the manner that she’d been in life — with not a single thought to how it would affect other people. I was the dutiful daughter…

May 17, 2018

Layers of an Onion

May 17, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

Independence Rock

The trail was a grotesque mixture of dirt, manure and ice. It simultaneously crunched and slid under your boot. We’d spared the womenfolk —…

May 15, 2018

Independence Rock

May 15, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

‘átawit láp’ulp’ul

The phenomena is known to the Nez Perce as átawit láp’ulp’ul — the ashes of love. The remnant of someone burning like an ember in your…

May 14, 2018

‘átawit láp’ulp’ul

May 14, 2018

Bob McDiarmid

Bob McDiarmid

microfiction essayist, novelist, home chef, husband, anti-snark activist, gay buddhist, happy homosexual, LGBTQ stories http://www.robertmcdiarmid.com

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