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Bards & Other Liars

Do characters in literature recognize when their chapter has come to an end? Once upon a time I thought I wanted to tell stories. This morning I sit looking out my window at rain-slick Troost Avenue cutting northward through the … Continue reading

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Chasing Zephyr

Some parents use television sets as a babysitter. My mother used books. Some stolen seconds between changing the baby’s diaper and washing the laundry and scrubbing the toilet and fixing the dinner and sweeping the floors, folding clothes, and mopping, … Continue reading

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A Call to Alms

It was the last day of the year. Sunrise was hours away. A blanket of blackness stretched taut across the firmament, enveloping all the earth, it seemed, though even on the hilltops the horizon was scant few miles distant. Especially … Continue reading

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MetaGainst

If you put your metaphor on And wear it like a Lycra® … Glove Until its mind is your mind— And vice versa— And it seems the most Natural Thing in the World … Kill it. Toss the biggest rock … Continue reading

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The Fifth Act Of Mankind

“The past is always/ closing door, closing door” —Mick Jones      Dreams are meant for sleeping.      When I was a teenager I had all sorts of dreams. They were not really plans. Plans imply plan-ning and some sort of … Continue reading

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The West Hollywood Tales

“If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.” — Juan Ramón Jiménez In early November 1988 the Gypsy and I were down and out just east of Beverly Hills. We had crash-landed there after a 2700-mile sojourn from … Continue reading

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Notes on History

For billions of years earth was a silent planet. Billions of years without a sound. With the debris of her father, Ouranos, pummeling her molten surface, those dark and soulless waters—that Face of the Deep where never a word was … Continue reading

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