This solo mission
of space exploration,
accreted psychic meditations,
tuned up
cosmic perambulations
incontinental
blasts of flash frozen
astronaut excrement
destined
to drift soundlessly,
immemorially
through
the vacuum of space
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Hunger
It was summoned to pass judgment--either to bless or destroy. The me...
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The sun had set but it was still light and I had to get over and check the traps before I lost the ability to see. Snow clung to my boots a...
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Fats sat at the kitchen table silent and serene as a lanky Buddha except for the dry snips of the fingernail clipper dexterously managed by ...
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Dawn fades in, or erupts- but birds still chatter, sounds will gather, and the break of day begins another chapter of unnumbered pages...
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