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William Hazel Writes


Batobus Cruising
Hoppin' On and Hoppin' Off Around Paris Paris is a river. It is easy to miss the point. Â The city of so many icons overwhelms with...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Jun 73 min read
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Strawberry Season
In the full of the field of ripened Sweet Charlies I kissed her. Â Pick-your-own strawberry season in Hampton Roads is a short, lip sweet...
WILLIAM HAZEL
May 253 min read
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Connecting Through Charlotte
On the run for home Seven minutes. We have seven minutes to make a 12-minute journey. Lingering is not an option. Experience reminds us...
WILLIAM HAZEL
May 34 min read
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Sipping Red
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WILLIAM HAZEL
Apr 191 min read
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The Museum Date
A cultural escape from culture. Culture is hard to find in our little big town. Strange, considering we have a funded district dedicated...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Apr 63 min read
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Perfumed Blue
In the blue. My reflection. Without stillness. Hard edges blurred. Moving in the light. The light so brilliant bright. With back...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Mar 292 min read
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A Winter Too Long
It rained for three days. I listened. Trying to write of the sound. Sounds. Different tones from different places. In bed. By the window....
WILLIAM HAZEL
Feb 232 min read
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Staying at Wedmore Place
A Williamsburg Staycation Her face seemed kind. Knowing. She stopped in the middle of the path we now all shared. I think of a Doe as...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Feb 164 min read
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Dry January
A month without. A month within. Big Brother’s pickup was parked in the front yard. A half truck length from the street. Just short of...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Feb 13 min read
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January Journal
the January cold slow shows my scars from the road from the night everything changed across my chest and mid and my neck sometimes goes...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Jan 252 min read
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Full Moon Yoga
And other stuff that happened on a Monday night The rise of many hands with grace. Palms open. Fingertips tipping the top of our silence....
WILLIAM HAZEL
Jan 182 min read
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One Hundred Books
I could blame the Librarian. Her sunless face. That dress off the Madewell mannequin. I wasn’t even at her station. Eavesdropping is what...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Dec 28, 20244 min read
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Christmas at The Cavalier
A quintet of lacey white dresses, hems an inch from their asses. A mom enables with the lift of a lens and the teens turn to porcelain....
WILLIAM HAZEL
Dec 21, 20243 min read
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The Calendar Turning
on the brink of the calendar turning the hourglass upside down for sands burying  the sky is more gray than blue the ground more brown...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Dec 7, 20241 min read
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Worry Stone
I take my thumb and press it. Nestle it. Push it into the heart of the stone. Into the smooth place where it naturally rests. The...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Nov 3, 20242 min read
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Ghost Light of North Carolina
A Ghost Story. A True Story. Hovering above the deciduous and pines in the blue dark of a North Carolina night. An intense bright without...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Oct 26, 20243 min read
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The Irishman
A Ghost Story. A True Story. The mills were built of the local blue granite. The stones could sweat a moody indigo in the right kind of...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Oct 19, 20246 min read
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The Cat Lady
A Ghost Story. A True Story. She whispered to the cat in her Cat Lady voice. The cat that wasn’t there.  But it was. I thought it in her...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Oct 12, 20242 min read
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The Lantern
A ghost story. A true story. The kerosene lantern arced in broad swing. Â By itself. Â The speed made me think I must have bumped the...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Oct 5, 20245 min read
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Silent Walking
The smell of humid soaked cypress and loblolly. A pileated drills. The softwood spine of a hundred-foot pine offers the meal. Threads of...
WILLIAM HAZEL
Sep 28, 20243 min read
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