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How do we not find it exhausting, Living lives, Born into mystery?    We’re thrown into this world,   Helplessly absorbing,           Ideas from other minds,           Crawling our way,                     Towards anContinue Reading

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Three days since the great hall has been swept; three days since the mirrors, portraits and glass bowls draped in black; three days since the nightingales, choirs and trumpets were silenced; three days and the King still holds himself in a ball–no one has shaved him, no one has washedContinue Reading

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Bobby Eversmann, co-Editor-in-Chief of Deep Overstock, joined other indie publishers on KBOO’s program “Mr. Jones’s Neighborhood.” You can listen to it on KBOO’s website here. https://kboo.fm/media/100433-mr-joness-neighborhood-oregon-indie-publishers Hosted by: Ken JonesProduced by: KBOOProgram: Mr. Jones’s NeighborhoodAir date: Fri, 01/22/2021 – 11:00am to 12:00pm On today’s show we celebrate our local independentContinue Reading

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From the upcoming release Zenithism by Jonathan van Belle. Pre-order it today on the DO Store. What is Fermi’s Paradox? Fermi’s Paradox is not so much of a paradox, at least it is not a logical paradox; it is more of tension between two putative truths: (1) We have noContinue Reading

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Sabi wandered through the long grasses, skirting around enormous trees that gave plenty of shade and even better cover from predators. Her mother had taught her long ago not to meander out in the open or you may find yourself soaring above the clouds on the way to someone’s dinnerContinue Reading

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there is no greater image of  desperation  than the dog that runs back for  the bone  for the twentieth time  on a lonely afternoon.  it returns home to its master  lays down at his feet  sets down the emblem of his  dedication  and the master laughs,  accepts his gift half-heartedlyContinue Reading

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You say it’s just a phony menace, these alligators on the banks of the backyard stream, slowly warming their somber blood in late afternoon sunshine We are as safe as if they were butterflies or deer or even children splashing in that slow curdle of water. There is enough fishContinue Reading

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I cannot stand your velvet cloak that holds the dark in. Unprepared, I stayed   with you until the wind spoke of mothers and I remembered my own smell. Every day I checked the solidness   of skin, the speed of blood, the shape of eyes against the rain. IContinue Reading

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In hindsight, this was probably not the best place for a teachable moment about death with my eleven-year-old. The whole thing had been Abby’s idea in the first place. “I can’t let her go,” she had said. “Please dad.” Osiris was our thirteen-year-old ragdoll cat my wife Olivia adopted rightContinue Reading

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The Temp, something I did not ask for, is here. Like most humans, It’s tall and lumbering, and oh Bast, It’s speaking in kitten-talk already. One of my roommates, a young kitten my human roommates call “Lucy” (whom I have yet to give my blessing to), is already performing forContinue Reading