A visual, the starting point. The jumping off place inside the intimate, very personal view of a world. The vast, rugged, dangerous, tumbleweed terrain, desert earth we’re…
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When I’m stressed, I clean. When I’m confused, I clean. When I’m angry, I clean. Exhausted, nauseated, in full-blown Benzo withdrawal. Not permitted by my…
2 CommentsWe talk about it. Yeah, we do. In my house, we talk about a lot. The mundane living stuff, movies, books, music, groceries, even the…
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I wrote EMBERS AND ASH some years ago, or so. I don’t remember the precise day, I remember the unhappy circumstance. I needed to come…
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