Monthly Archives: June 2015

my friend, death

death is a strange bedfellow. it is a seemingly palpable presence, but in reality is simply an abstract one. we fear it because of its inherent mystery; we explain it by weaving stories that are pulled out from inside our … Continue reading

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Desert Oblivion

In the summer of 1995 I was fourteen and had long purple hair. I listened almost exclusively to Jimi Hendrix, Tori Amos, and old dead classical composers.  I dressed like a  skater boy. I read for five to twelve hours … Continue reading

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