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The Ride Home

Scattered like jewels tossed out across a black crushed velvet plush electric fueled stars winking against an endless backdrop of night their pulsing engines cycling with an urgent rasp their transmissions settled into high ratio sedation controls set to automatic … Continue reading

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On Driving

Perhaps it is because I just finished reading David Crosby’s autobiography Long Time Gone, but yesterday when I was driving home from the store I realized something about myself that is strange: I drive like I’m holding, and when I … Continue reading

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