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  • To all of you who joined me in Limbo-Land, thank you. It was comforting to know the message did get out. I’ve never been locked out of my site and it took weeks to get help from the Behemoth, but the portal did eventually open. The experience left me curious; how often do the other…

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  • “Verily at the first Chaos came to be, but next wide-bosomed Earth…” – Hesiod,  Theogony Sometimes I have to remind myself; even though there’s a lot going on around me and in me, I have choices; Make the moment the priority. “Chaos and Order are not enemies, only opposites. Chaos and Order combined equal balance.” –…

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  • Yrsa Daley-Ward and Isaac M. Saul

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  • Where would you be if your worst moment ended up making people laugh?

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  • is writing a memoir to completion akin to living a life to the end? an unfinished age i am working on a book that i started on a long time ago. i’m so close to putting all the words in the order that tells the story the  way it wants to unravel.  i want to…

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  • As in: “A dreadful building of gray stone and brown wood, it sported cherry-red shutters (not all of them shut) which by some mnemoptical trick he remembered as apple green.” – Vladimir Nabokov Source: Transparent Things Believe it or not, I just started reading Nabokov. I’ve resisted for many years for as many reasons, reasons…

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  • Remember the book, The Artist’s Way, The tiny events one did with oneself, the Rated-PG kind, were prescribed by Cameron for filling the well of inspiration within the container of attention. This Sunday I plan to start artist’s dates again. I’ll enter one into my calendar for the afternoon. The West Coast fog lifts after…

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  • Try on Transgressive Identities from the safety of the page: What’s it like to dive deeply into compulsion, be buried beneath your passions, elucidate the ephemeral side of love addiction? Like Oxygen Suzanne Lea Read Ride into a chemically induced romance on the back of a motorcycle. 100 Words / 12 / Hits / Gravity,…

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  • Some mornings I go out as the sun is lighting up the pavement on the runway, sip my hot tea, and let the metaphor of take-off fuel my imagination. The faint outline of potential stretches over the next several hours opening doors to figurative realms. Many will remain uninhabited but a few will beckon with…

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