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political scraps involving Jackson County, Oregon

As a native Ashlander and S.O.U. alumni of intellectual inclination, I've often collaborated with this newspaper to discuss a wide range of...

Lingo-symphonic Christmas Carve-Ups

Another holiday season pumps its celebratory punch through my mutant veins: filling shiny pine-green boxes with love and perpetuating my precarious...

in the beauty of the beast

In this street-light-flame-lit wildness, the sky burns bright-blue between blood-chilling maelstroms and gasoline rainbows that lead to pots of...

the stick-man speaks

Terrified(my shaky-lines lacking utter surety's perfectly-pixelated 3-d form,) outside my built-not-drawn Townhouse, my green cactus-tri-piked hands...

Vertiglow symphony

Come: fiends, strangers, and friends, excuse some gin-n-tonics, grace the cashmere upholstery of our theatre-seats, and be muse, phantom, and critic...

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