Denouement - 2004
mesquite trees murmur to each other whispers in the their boughs, ancient secrets forgotten names spoken in old, forgotten tongues leaves hum... read more
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Sanity or something else?
I have returned to work. Clients ask the same questions today that they did when I was put on disability. The questions have the same answ... read more
1 months ago
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Season - 1997
I look in the mirror, my reflection pale and jaundiced. Transparent. My reflection is onion skin. It is the husk of a cicada. ... read more
3 months ago
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