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Terry Trueman

Writing's Intrinsic Value

Writing for me has always been about trying to get laid and feel loved. Not necessarily in that order, but generally, yeah.
ETHICS AND METAPHYSICS BE DAMNED

ETHICS AND METAPHYSICS BE DAMNED

Terry Trueman

It’s okay GOP, I’m not a particularly good sport about losing either...

ETHICS AND METAPHYSICS BE DAMNED

Terry Trueman

It’s okay GOP, I’m not a particularly good sport about losing either...

A Second Thought or Two on Intimacy

A Second Thought or Two on Intimacy

Terry Trueman

My problems with intimacy Are not so much a dilemma As a superpower.

A Second Thought or Two on Intimacy

Terry Trueman

My problems with intimacy Are not so much a dilemma As a superpower.

Paul McCartney Played Here Last Night

Paul McCartney Played Here Last Night

Terry Trueman

Tickets were pricey but that wasn’t why I didn’t attend. I went to a Beatles concert in Seattle in 1964

Paul McCartney Played Here Last Night

Terry Trueman

Tickets were pricey but that wasn’t why I didn’t attend. I went to a Beatles concert in Seattle in 1964

I AM NOT THIS Old Man

I AM NOT THIS Old Man

Terry Trueman

An old man sits quietly, like he’s in a Beatles song or a sentimental painting meant to capture the magical wisdom of aging.

I AM NOT THIS Old Man

Terry Trueman

An old man sits quietly, like he’s in a Beatles song or a sentimental painting meant to capture the magical wisdom of aging.

Rainy Day

Rainy Day Perfection

Terry Trueman

Perfect In the way that the sky is everywhere, right overhead and on the distant horizon, grey and misty behind clouds.

Rainy Day Perfection

Terry Trueman

Perfect In the way that the sky is everywhere, right overhead and on the distant horizon, grey and misty behind clouds.

Hitching a Lift to the End of All Dreams

Hitching a Lift to the End of All Dreams

Terry Trueman

I know why the hitchhiker Rubbed his Buck knife Still in its sheath

Hitching a Lift to the End of All Dreams

Terry Trueman

I know why the hitchhiker Rubbed his Buck knife Still in its sheath