Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: March 2009

March 31, 2009: I bought her a guitar in a thrift store.
March 30, 2009: Fury of a chronic liar.
March 29, 2009: Underground.
March 28, 2009: Coast Guard wives, cookie cutter girls, closed and clannish in the dining room.
March 27, 2009: It's easy to kill the enemy soldiers.
March 26, 2009: I would like to be...
March 25, 2009: Seaside neighborhood...
March 24, 2009: Complaint.
March 23, 2009: Riding a shopping cart through dirty city streets, daylight but dark.
March 22, 2009: "Happy places."
March 21, 2009: Strangers are visiting your mother's house.
March 20, 2009: "I'm done eating now, shall we get a to-go box?"
March 19, 2009: I am not aware that I exist.
March 18, 2009: I am an office chair...
March 17, 2009: "The purpose of life..."
March 16, 2009: You need to go to the Size Store and buy a couple of gallons of Large.
March 15, 2009: There's a very large flat panel HDTV in this hotel room.
March 14, 2009: Partings.
March 13, 2009: Shopping cart in a hilly parking lot.
March 12, 2009: I was her "happy place".
March 11, 2009: eBay Q&A:
March 10, 2009: I missed the ship to Turkey.
March 9, 2009: Objects.
March 8, 2009: On stage with a band of musician friends.
March 7, 2009: And time passed...
March 6, 2009: Her photo on Facebook.
March 5, 2009: Try, fail, sleep.
March 4, 2009: I wonder sometimes whether her life would have been different if I'd had children.
March 3, 2009: He never spoke of his experiences.
March 2, 2009: This isn't Idaho.
March 1, 2009: Long while without word.