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Snow Fall

Snowfall After lengthy discussion Pam agrees to come back to my hotel room, but only with the firm stipulation that what happens there is not going to be what usually happens between a man and a woman in a hotel … Continue reading →

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Anglo Saxon Riddle

I lie in the gutter outside the house where once I was an honored guest. What am I?   A Christmas tree….

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Snow Fall

The two things I don’t like about a big snowfall are cross country skis and snow blowers — or maybe just the self satisfied smirks on them that use them….

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The George Romero Scenario

It’s the George Romero scenario – all off a sudden there are zombies everywhere. I rack my twelve gauge and head over to Virginia’s house, blowing away the creatures I can’t avoid. On the way it occurs to me that … Continue reading →

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Fyodor Sologub

Here you are waiting for the Beautiful Lady, and you don’t know that her beauty is fatal. Two years you’ve lived in my room, and never before have you stared out the window in this way, lost in thought. Apparently … Continue reading →

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Illumination

It’s early – ten a.m. – driving in Heather’s station wagon, idly circling the lakes, half heartedly thinking about stopping at the pier, but then trying to follow a train, catching up to it here and there as it thunders … Continue reading →

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Echo Horsemouth

The Jewel in the Lotus The Mirror of the World The Nervy Grin of Beauty The Lady of the Ocean of Foreknowledge The Noble Apocalypse Finder The Cleaner of the Misty Moon The Illusive Lion Moist Mother Earth The Wheel … Continue reading →

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Attendant Ruminations

Attendant Ruminations She’s so confident Louis Brooks banged blonde getting silver fish bowl head luscious black jacketed ideal hemline provocative white hose spikey black heels supercilious smile favoring me so she can write a check to get out of the … Continue reading →

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RidinGraves

Certainty about Graves’s "disintegration" – by which he meant "disintegration of my post-war personality" – began to crystallize rapidly in his mind as soon as he had got to know Laura Riding, whose personality – however anyone may wish to … Continue reading →

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