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It’s let’s-see time.Let’s see what’s in the dharmictelescope.Let’s see out therethat something in the Universeis about to happento someone in the galactic somewhere.I could be the one present,cosmically inclined,when it tumbles like magic.Or you might be the oneto mystically greet this astral happeningsomeplace in between monkey brainand Buddha mind.It’s goingContinue Reading

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I’m riding with the sun to my life’s longest day, one eye to the moon at my back, drawing me down into winter’s deep waters, where every year it’s harder to rise again to the surface, weighted by my bones. But the sun pulls me into buoyant warmth and IContinue Reading

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New stars flicker in the late spring hedgesas hawthorns glimmer bright white againstgrey skies still sullen with winter as theirstamens blink in the chilly east wind thatgusts and makes the fresh leaves shiveras bluebells drift the banks, a ceruleanpromise of cloudless summer heavens. Kate Meyer-Currey was born in 1969 andContinue Reading

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At the exact moment where night becomes day, there’s a meet-cute between heat & atmosphere that only takes place in certain places; not in L.A. or the Florida Keys, where white-sand minutes tick strictly forward, but along plainland rivers where crickets & frogs take turns directing an orchestra of timberContinue Reading

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[The phone rings] Austen residence. This is Andrews. Is Miss Austen in? Oh, Mr. Andrews. Yes, she’s here. May I talk to her, Cassandra? Why? Is it important? By the way, I am ‘Miss Austen.’ I would prefer it if you don’t call me ‘Cassandra.’ My sister is also ‘MissContinue Reading

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The time trilogy: 1. The past will always stay around to haunt us 1a. Yesterday was the past. A monster we cannot move. But maybe we can cage it, Or befriend it. 1b. The past is in the past, And now that time has past, We can move past, TheContinue Reading

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Dear 21st Century, We speak to you here in terms familiar to you, in patterns amenable to your native sense, but we would like to emphasize that these terms and patterns are yours, and not ours, though we translate our own notions into yours. Naturally, much is lost in translation.Continue Reading

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It is hard to tell now what is the absinthe and what is the bile. Matyáš and Tomáš contemplate the red doors.  Behind one red door is the incinerator. Behind the other red door is the future. Outside the laboratory altogether then is the third option, the option already insideContinue Reading

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Out there, Where the moon rocks splash, In a sea of stars, A daring dreamer, Rails against, The cold steel walls, Of an atmosphere. Stowed away, Forging a vessel, Through quiet intention, And craftsmanship, To channel the liquid night, And take refuge in the sky. Eyes forever onward. Inhabiting, ImprovisedContinue Reading

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A sight upon a site. The hollow beacon stood atop Little Brewster with its majestic gaze. Guiding wayward seafarers from cracking their hull into oblivion. A 12-sided Fresnel lens commanded safe passage to calmer shores, and all at the behest of David Warren, the man who manned this remarkable wonder.Continue Reading