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From the Vault: 19 March 2002

Infrequent dots creating a pattern quite unlike the human facial features I’ve grown accustomed to in my many hours in front of the projection screen. I saw it in a picture frame last week in Detroit. Coincidence? Maybe.

I drove underneath the bridge of dissonance with a skullcap placed firmly upon my head. Blue blood coursing through my veins, thin like watery strips. Freezing rain like alien tendrils threatens to overcome my prostrate form. At sleep time.

Electronic pulse vibrating outside of my head, yet inside my subconscious. Your kiss lingers behind. I’ve forgotten everything but the name I used to call mine when I had the time. No clock to warn me of your impending approach, and I realize none of it matters anyway. Continue reading “From the Vault: 19 March 2002”

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From the Vault: Five Degrees of Grief (from June 30, 2011)

Grieving is a process, not unlike six degrees of separation. You’re familiar with the concept, I’m sure. Any individual can be traced to any other individual using a series of people in common, be they friends, work associates, family members, or whatnot. When someone dies you find out who is really in that circle, that … Continue reading From the Vault: Five Degrees of Grief (from June 30, 2011)