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The Presents of Prometheus (II of II)

Before history, after the planet was decanted from universal fluid but long before crops, when organization came slowly, Prometheus was in power. Man-maker after all, he’d given the goods away by the time he came to form people. He gave … Continue reading →

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The Presents of Prometheus (I of II)

I loop the leash around the dog’s neck and wrestle the deadbolt into the warped frame of my front doorway. We head uphill five blocks and through two blocks of park, and then north up two more streets to the … Continue reading →

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Discouragement

Transmitting 50 pages through the mail, I thought he’d send opinion back to me, but too much time has passed — his comments pale before they exit him. And what of she, my oldest friend? A careful letter sent to … Continue reading →

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Cohorts

Sure every generation has its terms but ours is far the biggest, and our own. The way we used to do and think affirms these words – remember feeling we had grown a bumper crop of weird, that not before … Continue reading →

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MTMTV

A situation comedy I viewed, a show produced two score of years ago, when ads were short, technology was crude, and I began to like that type of show, exhibited a heroine of taste, a single woman then beyond compare … Continue reading →

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Prevarication (2 of 2)

Her friends skipped off. Melanie picked up her hoop and started for the open garage. “Mom says it’s time to set the table,” her brother announced. He was feeding his pet hamster, who didn’t have a great life. Their mother … Continue reading →

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Prevarication (1 of 2)

There are some activities that are just easier for kids. Like getting up from the ground. Or rolling down a hill and liking it. Kids hate to get drunk but love to get dizzy. Adults tend to have opposite tastes … Continue reading →

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Acute Fatigue

I feel unready for today to start (except I want the hemisphere to wake). I mean I seem to lack the strength or heart to tackle all my work without mistake. My soul is weary but I leave my bed. … Continue reading →

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Green

There may be more varieties of green than any other color. This is why our brains adore it; this is what we mean when we refer to nourishing the eye. There’s spring and olive, Kelly, drab and pea. No other … Continue reading →

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WTW (Part 3 of 3)

That evening Mellie had dinner at Candace’s house. She liked dining there, even though she thought the tacos smelled funny. At Candace’s house the girls could eat without having a parent around. And they were allowed to watch “The Twilight … Continue reading →

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