Monthly Archives: June 2022

early morning in a bar that faces a giant car wash

All you need to know about Mo: a photo essay. We asked our cat to hang on through Christmas. We’re now a few day away from the Fourth of July. BK is increasingly fragile on her slow march toward the … Continue reading

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old boxes of corn flakes

Success is survivaland you toughed it out.— the prophet michael martin murphey— In the end, they finished pretty much as I suspected they would: magnificently. Mild Sauce, unassuming as she crossed, no big celebration, her emotions betrayed only by a … Continue reading

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look, ma, no hands!

Have you seen the bridge?I ain’t seen the bridge!Where’s that confounded bridge?— the prophet robert anthony plant— I’m on the verge of crossing No Hands Bridge. My pace is down to 15:40 miles as the fatigue sets in and the … Continue reading

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dreams, part 10

I’m wearing nothing but tighty whiteys. And they’re blue. I’m at the Angelo State University student center. Today is the day I’m supposed to fly on the space shuttle, making me the first copy editor to do so. This seems … Continue reading

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dreams, part 9

Now here’s a story of a guyThat was carryin’ a stick that poked out his eyeHere’s a little somethin’That we oughta talk about— the prophet babb— I’m in line at a book signing. I have no idea who the author … Continue reading

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