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I Am Tremaine. But You Can Call Me “trE.”

The “About Me” Post — *Updated January 09, 2021 Iam an open book with a tired spine — is what I typically say nowadays. No, but really . . . If you ever truly want to know something about me, simply ask. If I feel comfortable enough to disclose it, I will. If I don’t…

About Me

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I Am Tremaine. But You Can Call Me “trE.”

Published in soliloque

·1 day ago

The Grieving Room

What is my body trying to say? — It would be an understatement if I said this past week has been a pleasant week. Overall, it has been. It would not be an untruth — I’ve had more “on” days than “off”, and for this, I am grateful. However, grief is hitting me differently, and I have dealt…

Grief

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Published in Prism & Pen

·3 days ago

But If You Say Yes, Will I Want You Then? (Bisexual Love Haibun)

The charmer in me is losing her steam — I have sat on these feelings for close to eight months; dishing out momentary hints and accepting casual flirtations. Still, I have not waved the words in her ear to be consumed. My cousin tells me, “Closed mouths don’t get fed,” and I am certain I love the taste of…

Poetry

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But If You Say Yes, Will I Want You Then? (Bisexual Love Haibun)

Published in soliloque

·5 days ago

While Walking Through My Neighborhood, I Found Something Strange Part VI

A Flamenca Poem — once the best thirst quencher left here to gather dust in the street — no less am I simply litter in whom should I seek trust Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, and Part V A Flamenca poem is usually: 5 lines lines 1, 2, 4, and 5…

Poetry

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While Walking Through My Neighborhood, I Found Something Strange Part VI

Thirst Quencher (in the middle of the street, no less.) Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

While Walking Through My Neighborhood, I Found Something Strange Part VI

A Flamenca Poem

once the best thirst quencher
left here to gather dust
in the street — no less
am I simply litter
in whom should I seek trust

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, and Part V

A Flamenca poem is usually:

5 lines
lines 1, 2, 4, and 5…

Published in Hinged

·May 7

Checking In After Hours (Part II)

Flash Fiction: The mysterious fire extinguisher — She stared at the man, fumbling for the words to tell him what they’d just found, and before she could get the first word out, he said, “Lemme guess, you found Magda? We’ve been looking for her for hours.” Hearing this, Tamara fainted. Her feathered-like body splayed itself on the…

293

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Published in soliloque

·May 7

The Grieving Room

The inevitability of life ending should not end you — We moved through several tornado warnings yesterday in my area and all I could truly think about was seeing the sun once again when it peeked through the clouds. How odd, isn’t it? To wish for the sun in the middle of a torrential downpour with looming tornadoes lurking in…

Grief

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Published in soliloque

·May 6

That Awkward Saturday Morning Smell You’re Not Supposed To Talk About

Flash Fiction — Chris sat on his balcony engulfed by the Saturday morning breeze — eyes bounced back and forth — blazing on a blunt the size of a sausage link. He had a uniquely relaxed smile plastered on his face. As he inhaled a toke, he exhaled the stress from the prior…

Fiction

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That Awkward Saturday Morning Smell You’re Not Supposed To Talk About

Published in soliloque

·May 1

It’s Time For A Break

Because recent events have pummeled me and I have to breathe — If you have been reading anything posted recently from me, you know I have been, am moving through, attempting to ride the waves of grief due to the recent passing of my beloved cousin, Chrissy. This afternoon, I received a phone call from another older cousin — this time on…

Death

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Published in soliloque

·Apr 30

The Grieving Room

Weathering the storm when it comes — Weathering the storm when it comes. I will not claim to be incredibly emotionally sound, however, I give myself the time I need to move through emotions when the death grip of them appears. I can spend days with sadness, weeks with fear, minutes with anger, etc. I know when it is time to move away…

Grief

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Published in The Junction

·Apr 29

Oh, Death–You Always Win (A Haibun)

For Juhi — I caught wind of your demise from a response left by another writer, meant to inform us all. So soon? So soon? I thought this to myself. Didn’t I just read your words of wisdom, kneel in the presence of sheer inspiration? Didn’t I just tell you I didn’t want…

Death

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I Am Tremaine. But You Can Call Me “trE.”

The Grieving Room

But If You Say Yes, Will I Want You Then? (Bisexual Love Haibun)

While Walking Through My Neighborhood, I Found Something Strange Part VI

While Walking Through My Neighborhood, I Found Something Strange Part VI

A Flamenca Poem

Checking In After Hours (Part II)

The Grieving Room

That Awkward Saturday Morning Smell You’re Not Supposed To Talk About

It’s Time For A Break

The Grieving Room

Oh, Death–You Always Win (A Haibun)

Tre L. Loadholt