“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
For three nights in a row, I’ve dreamed about 45 caliber pistols, and for three nights in a row I’ve dreamed of losing those 45’s. I left one in a restaurant, one disappeared from my coat pocket, and the last seemed to have been lost to another dimension. I set it down on a table, turned my head to look outside, and when I looked down a second or two […]
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I spoke with her for less than 10 minutes. She took my intake information, wrapped my arm, vacuumed 2 vials of blood from me, and I left. We chattered throughout – about my messy coat on the floor because I had not seen the hook, about hearts, about the speed of blood, about Secretariat’s enormous heart, about the cold weather. It was lovely. This Thanksgiving I am thankful for […]
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It is too hot for November. It feels like a sickness, like the beginning of a fever. An unease has set in. Think of those scenes in horror movies where big flocks of birds on the spur of a warning we cannot hear begin to pass overhead, waves of them, all madly beating in one direction. I do not know one carefree person. Not anymore. Everyone is waiting, except the […]
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I have to keep moving. If I stop moving, I am overwhelmed by sadness and dread. This nation, hell, the world we have known since WWII, is disintegrating. To try to avoid dwelling on multiple ends of multiple worlds, I rake leaves by the tens of bushels, dig new gardens, walk the dogs, play with the dogs, lift weights, work at the Bookstore, read distractedly, clean almost obsessively, write these […]
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