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That piece of rhythmical grumbling, The high priest’s grouse against life was wrong, April is not the cruelest month. He says..

All that’s left for me is a tendril of smoke to trickle out of your ashes, your leftover sugar meds, heart meds, asthma m..

Blue skies, turquoise water, and a melted watch were time itself when rockets and shuttles were tigers in the blue... when Florida was home ..

I saw a painting once in someone’s gallery, Two feet wide by four, it was almost hidden right there in the aisle. A ..

The Universe might be God, they say, the whole thing, all the stars in every galaxy and all the almost empty space between, a con..

AI can perfectly reproduce a voice after listening for three seconds, and there are programs to manipulate faces, body language..

Sex. Drugs. Rock-N-Roll. Wine. Women. Song. Church. Religion. God. Three. Three. Three. They say things come in threes and apparently t..

Things were a better kind of different back then. My cousins and I were dumped at Mama’s house whenever the aunts and uncles wanted t..

Forty years ago was just yesterday, 1984, when Orwell missed by just this many years his dream of how things would be whe..

There is a tiny little bug crawling on my screen... not even a millimeter long. Just think about this little spark of life..