Category Archives: Geographies of Death

Pieces of my date book journal experiment of last summer. June 2012 I have no idea how to write in this small space, but I am sure something will occur to me.   I talked with a man today about … Continue reading

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By the Way, We Are All Worm Food in the End. Just Sayin.

Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull by George Gordon Byron   Start not-nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, … Continue reading

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They Will Rock Us to Sleep in Their Cold Arms and Eat Our Brains for Breakfast.

Why are there so many movies and stories about vampires and zombies in the last twenty or thirty years? As if people have lost their faith in an afterlife except for some corporeal form, but don’t want to struggle with … Continue reading

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River of Dreams #29: Dream Images

Chapter 16 III Dreamtime Illustrations Random straightened the papers and folded the file on his lap. He  looked up at the others, who sat in silence around the room. “I like the story of the Princess. She used creativity and … Continue reading

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River of Dreams #6: Rockers, Angels, and A Black Bird

Chapter 4 Continued more Behind the Red Door They mixed gin and tonics after they had gone for pizza down the street. Lin had asked about pizza, and Steve said, “You have to have pizza to understand what America is … Continue reading

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