story

  • just us

    the further along i get in my own story i realize i am less and less the author.

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  • This year with the ghoulish holiday’s arrival, I spent several hours talking to a male friend about the libidinal shadow side of our lives. He was quizzing me about the complexities of the feminine and I was enthralled to be in the company of masculine loquaciousness at its most transparent. Nearing dusk, I feel a

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  • Now that there are so many options for consuming a writer’s work how is the actual experience affected by the medium? Is the meaning of text altered significantly by an actor’s voice? we explore audio works in this post.

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  • If I felt that there were any other way I would take that route in a minute. It turns out, though, that saying the thing that is underneath all the subterfuge is actually what’s easier in the long run. The Realm of Possibility Underneath the things I’d rather say because they are what I am

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  • Picnic

    After working a very disorienting day gig, I drove away ans ended up in the Marina. I followed my instincts. I needed to be near water. Little did I know, in addition to the water beyond the dock, the sky would oblige my need for fluidity. So, I sat with my turkey and kale having

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