Devin Dearing Preston: NYC writer, playwright, and storyteller


Losing It

January 14, 2012

Dear Flynt, I like to lose things. Well, maybe like is not the correct word. But, I do lose stuff…

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Tightly Holding On

January 3, 2012

Dear Dan, I lost that hat you gave me today. And I was upset by how much it upset me….

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Fading Flowers

September 16, 2011

I’ve started keeping beautiful cut flowers in my apartment. At my writing desk, in the kitchen, elegantly arranged on the…

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My Darlin’ Devin,

August 5, 2011

Whad’ re you doin’? You sure are makin’ quit a fuss over yer dear ol’ dad. It’s been so long,…

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Hey Dad,

August 1, 2011

So, I’m waiting tables still. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Nor, how pleased you would be about…

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Dearest dad,

July 29, 2011

I recently was curious if you remember saying good-bye. When last we saw each other, I had just moved to…

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Hey Flynt,

July 28, 2011

It’s almost one in the morning. I’m up. A night owl, which I get from you and mom, I know….

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Father of mine,

July 22, 2011

Its summer here in New York. The heat is cooking us slowly and reminding me of Texas and our weekend…

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Dear Flynt,

July 20, 2011

I miss you. Not all the time. Not even everyday. But in moments I never expect. When I’m washing the…

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