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Tina Dybvik
Deliver Me, Elvis external link
 The summer of my high school reunion, I took part time work delivering a large metro daily. It was the right job at the wrong time in life. After just a couple weekends hefting bulky Sunday papers, I felt the first twinge of bursitis, and quit. The experience would have been a total wash, if not for my meeting with a guardian of the free press whom I will call...Ray.
(August 10th, 2007) 
Microfiction: Funk external link
 he counter guy had thin gray hair pulled back in a pony tail. He offered seventy-five and knew it was too high when she blinked and said "o.k."
"I don't usually pay that much," he reasoned, "but that's a pretty nice diamond...did you break up with your boyfriend?" --he wanted to know, but she'd already closed the deal.
He hunt 'n pecked her driver's license number while a funk guitar beat down from ceiling speakers. She remembered the song from senior year when Gramps had given her the pendant.
"It's something special," he'd whispered at dinner, "so you'll always know how much I care."
Is the price the same, she wondered, if I pawn instead of sell? (October 2nd, 2006)
Excerpt from Memoir external link
 he space was a dream. Nine hundred square feet with twelve foot ceilings, exposed brick and beams, and hardwood floors. If I met the income guidelines, and the property manager accepted my application, a selection committee had the final authority to approve or reject me.
There was poetry written in the stairwells of Tilsner: “Peace is a notion of constant adjustment.” I didn't know the name of the thinker who wrote it, but it felt like a month of constant adjustment while I waited to hear about the loft. An oldies station got me through the last few days when it seemed I might be homeless. Music took me back to reckless years when there was plenty of time for success. The property manager delayed an answer until the Friday afternoon before the move. I signed the lease at 2:30 p.m. and made a last trip to Goodwill singing, “Take it...to the limit...one more time." (January 22nd, 2005)
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Tina Dybvik is a freelance writer. She joined the Tilsner Artists' Cooperative in May 2002.
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