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For some context, have a look, won’t you, at ’s post with prompt over on : April 1 NewsletterI’m currently in Joshua Tree Park. VERY cold in the mornings, and then the sun does its thing. This place is awash in texture; once you start to see, it’s
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This issue we’re ‘celebrating’ one year of this publication. Yay! And so we’re going back how it was in the beginning, before I’d splintered it into a thousand subzines. To be fair, that was the plan all along, so that prismatic subsectioning is also part of the
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A grief document
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3102-11-04 The snake, in wisdom cultures, is a symbol of healing. Later, in the Western world, snakes became associated with evil. So we have within this one creature, this primitive early life whose brain is the foundation for our own brain a powerful symbol of change, growth, blending, healing. And
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3102-11-02 Without knowing or asking why, I’ve inched my way halfway to seventy. Further now, actually. I say without asking why, and that’s not at all true in general, but in particular I have not asked the question of why senescence? Myriad questions but never that one. Still
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Hey y’all, Just want to send a quick thank you to the new subscribers and to those of you who’ve been with me from the beginning. Thank you, really. Also, let me explain a bit what’s been going on and why my output has gone from 3-5
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Here is the original opening for the first draft of my first novel, Everything Fails, which is to say, the very literal beginning of all this mess: 3102-11-011 This is not the far-flung future I was promised. This is the same shit, different day future that is actually the present
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I pull out a worn paperback. It’s got a green cover. I show it to you. “So this is my third novel,” I say. “Well … fourth. The second one wasn’t related to the Secret of Secrets and only lives on as an Easter egg. I didn’t finish
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You’re driving. You know, if you don’t mind. If you do, then the car is on autopilot. Vengeance is a bumpier driver than Clara, but he gets it done. Out your window: In my lap: THE STARS CALL US HOME. On the radio: Placebo’s cover of Kate
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I’m sitting on a blue velvet chair, wearing a black silk kimono robe with gold leaf print on it. You’re sitting across from me wearing whatever you’d like to be wearing. Once I have your attention, I sling my left leg over the arm of the chair
