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In my late 20’s I began to write a novel in which the vast majority of the US had become prisons. The ultra-rich, lived in militarily protected enclaves… lives of unimaginable luxury. There was a class of technicians, who served them, and these were...

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In the sound of morning’s brighter silences the breeze you have your fingers Gone in a love departed long and dearer still for all its distance you use my Mouth to form words I’ve never spoken, colors in my breathing I haven’t found That secret sigil...

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I’ve been reading John Mack’s “Nightmares and Human Conflict” lately. It’s a rather clinical/psychological exploration of nightmares. I’ve read rather broadly in psychological literature over some 30 years. The other night, as I was...