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My stories

Smogocalypse (or, "expect highs of cloud 9")

sure, Ashland smoulders under a smog-red sun, but it’s a sunny decade: cold-war icicles melting, green, grassy, manicured yet groovy. Yes, all you Dada daddies: All is high:

a fervent ode to human possibility

Among the wise it seems agreed that 'mid the anarchy of over-modern humanity, there are many promising seeds which may survive the silicon storm and (with any luck)

Declaration of New Dada

like bulb-drawn idealist moths daring to again dance and convulse: fairy-dust flying off our Dada wings as we box by the night light of reaching aluminum aesthete arms

Saint Rasputin haiku macro-set

on a Tundra by spiral domes rainbow-adorned, a titan was born through the frosted loins of Mother Siberia pushed a monk too "fast"

a totem poem for bats

The Persian cats twitch off the love in caresses and kittens, while we bats carry it deep into our stalactite-furnished cave-scenes, to dwell amid echoes and the stark symphonies of the dark:

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