Monthly Archives: October 2015

the dinner party

It was 1985 when my first wife and I moved from Lawrence, Kansas to Washington DC, pulling a tiny U-Haul behind our ’78 Camaro over the Appalachian hills. ┬áSerious jobs awaited us and we took to the frenetic lifestyle of … Continue reading

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enjoy

Today is the day that I age. Fifty three turns over with a chunk to fifty four. I used to understand what it meant to age. Nowadays, I really don’t know. I’m moving steadily away from youth, the delights and … Continue reading

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a better reading

Darkness shone within her eyes, the anti-light of deep discernment, desolate and divine. Looking within, I could hear the anger and passion of her voice unspoken. She did not express the troubles that plagued us but nevertheless I experienced her … Continue reading

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Ultra-trip

There was the time I overdosed on psilocybin mushrooms. It was the spring of 1990, a kinder, gentler time, before the storms. The elder Bush was still president and Twin Peaks aired weekly, pervertedly haunting our dreams. My fiancee had … Continue reading

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