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“From the Dao there comes one. From one there comes two. From two there comes three. From three there comes all things.”– Daodejing He loves routines; he has many and they share a few. A favorite of hers is watching the migratory flight of crows over downtown on their sharedContinue Reading

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Do you remember the day you died? I do. It was that fateful night I stood watch atop that cliff. The cliff I had fond memories of from childhood. It overlooked the sea. The sound of waves cracked at the base as the wind howled below with the sharp scentContinue Reading

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My Father My father is an outsider. One day he wandered into the neighborhood.  This is hard, to a degree, because he is likable, and I am not. He goes around to everyone’s house and you can always hear his name. I stay inside. My mother stays inside. My motherContinue Reading

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In the early stages of childhood development, well-adjusted children will come to the conclusion that they come from their mother. Maladjusted children will look into the darkness of the sky. Maladjusted children, as soon as they can walk, will cover their bodies in tin foil and run through the house. Continue Reading

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“Fungi are interface organisms between life and death” ~ Paul Stamets, an American mycologist Cryptococcus neoformans a heavily protected yeastthat looks like kiwi surroundedby a white halo on an Indian ink stain. Gay menheavily protectedwith a subculture that wards off bigotry. I am under the microscope of religious ideology. I breathe the air.TheContinue Reading

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She felt tired after walking so long, so she knelt down to rest by a pond. Then through the limpid water, she saw the reflection of her face and body. When she smiled, the reflection smiled back, and when she scowled, the reflection scowled back. Enlightened by the reflections, sheContinue Reading

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God put His hand into the earth and pulled out the sea. God put His birds in the trees and his cows in the fields. God put Lacy into a small blue house and a tall green tree, and across from it all He put THE KNIFE.  THE KNIFE crouchedContinue Reading

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A. This is the suicide note of Cinderella of Phantásien. Imprisoned within this note, like the unopenable rebenok in a matryoshka doll, is a true story—with a true title: Therapeutic Fantasy Epic. I toyed with different titles, such as Visions of Hyperborea—and throwaways: Too Bitter and Impatient to Write, AnotherContinue Reading

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Life begins, When one decides to live, After stumbling around, Day-lit paths, As a drone, In motion, Speaking only survival. That conscious choice, To wrest control, Of dwelling places, Reframe the time canvas, Start one’s heart, With a catalystic spark, Uncapping skin vessels, To the pouring of passions. The emergenceContinue Reading