Category Archives: From A hypnagogic Journal

And The Sea

And The Sea Through the big plate glass window of the cafeteria I see Virginia and Pam at a patio table outside. I break off my conversation, slip through the crowd, and go out the door and around the corner … Continue reading

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Graduation Party

At a graduation party. Heather’s here, all glammed up, having a typically wild time. I keep trying to make my way over, but have a series of engaging encounters myself, lose sight of her, and don’t finally catch up until … Continue reading

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Buffet

So I find myself behind her in the buffet line. Given our somewhat fraught history, I’m not sure if I want to say anything, but of course I do, and eventually we manage to get a decent conversation going. I … Continue reading

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Swerve

  I get up early and decide to wander the campus before anybody else shows up. Ludicrously clutching my yearbook, I walk down the driveway next to the school, slowly taking everything in, circling the soccer field, peering through the … Continue reading

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Really?

I come home to find my apartment door open and my laptop missing. I’m livid until I discover that someone’s just put it back in its case and stuck it on the shelf. I look in the bedroom and there’s … Continue reading

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Anomalies

We’re bumping along in the “bus,” which is actually more of an overgrown golf cart, following the outer boundaries of Sanctuary Island, which is itself not really an island, but a development with creeks and canals on three sides and … Continue reading

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from “Anomalies”

I walk into a photo shoot – there’s a line of half a dozen chairs in the middle of the floor, an illuminated island, Pam in the center, flanked by Japanese business types, all attended by a flock of scurrying … Continue reading

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Stick

We’re running down city streets Malevolent shadows darting overhead Hungry ghosts and swinging psychos Furies bent on punishing us For the blood we spilled Last night at the High School When we went all Columbine But it’s O.K. as usual … Continue reading

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Torsion

The keycard’s already old fashioned, with little circles punched out in patterns, and a drawing of a key in the middle for those unclear on the concept. There are arrows on each end with ELEVATOR running across the top and … Continue reading

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Grounds and Services

     1. I get a job as a sort of glorified file clerk in Pam’s office. Things go well at first, but then we get an attractive young intern, and she and I become friends, laughing and hanging out. … Continue reading

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