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freed my ladder from your basement to rescue the light from the ceiling of our night sky
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I’m jus’ living coffee mug to coffee mug these days.
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The Invaders
He watched from the top of a tree in his backyard as the space craft landed. To his surprise, they were not the lizards, nor the grays he’d been taught to expect. Quickly, he rushed inside and instructed his wife to get out the salt, “We have an alien invasion to fight off!” Then he…
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The Deene Denouement
This recounting has been years — actually decades — in the making after struggling over how to tell it. The main problem has been that there was nothing to contrast it too – that is until now. Long before the ‘Mandela Effect,’ or the theory that monsters can be realized simply by the fear they…
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Imaginary Nevada: March 25, 1920
https://soundcloud.com/sierra-tom-darby/in-20200325 From time to time, Brady turned back in his saddle to look. Every time, he’d see the coyote following at a distance. He thought about shooting it as he dropped into one of the many low spots and it cresting the rise behind him. But he decided not too. That evening, he saw the…
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The difference between whiskey and your opinion…is that I asked for whiskey.
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Sex should be so good that the clapper keeps turning the lights on and off.
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Five Rolls of Film
It was a nondescript turn out along the highway in Eastern Nevada. I parked my car, put on my backpack and headed up the trail onto the hillside and into a copse of trees. Four hours and a roll of film later, I dropped down into a beautiful little basin with one of the bluest…
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Salt Lick
There were five or six of them in the pasture, square and pink, held to the ground with a metal stake. If you grew up around cattle and horses, you probably already know what they are: salt blocks or licks. As kids we would not, could not leave them well enough alone, and that’s why…
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Letters
Wells Orwell Heinlein and Rand Of ‘old’ letters Of ‘knew’ letters Of ‘new’ letters Of ‘current’ letters Primer of the coming years Lessons for days of apocalypse Burning piles of dystopia And ‘it can’t happen here’