Category Archives: Questions and riddles

Tarot Journal #2: 4 of Swords

The World We Inhabit Inhabits Us I am not searching for evidence of a loving god or extraterrestrial influence on ancient civilizations, when there are so many overlapping complexities that ripple through one human moment that every occurrence, movement or … Continue reading

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2022 Graphic Journal page #10: Feb. 14 – Feb. 15

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Or Shall We Die?

From the Writing of β€œor shall we die?” by Ian McEwan from Granta 7, originally published 1983. For all the complex discussion of nuclear strategy with unique blend of logic and paranoia, at heart, the situation had about it the … Continue reading

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Guitar Story Segment 13

Some things happened here which may provide illuminating incite into some of the character’s reaction to the situation and the placement of objects. Letty found the guitar right where Roger said it would be, hanging on a branch well back … Continue reading

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Chiaroscuro Visions

The Uses of Sorrow  (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness. It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift. Mary Oliver

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