Red Thread: Queen of Swords
Morning Mirror
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Finding Joe Strummer
In 1987, I was doing a planetarium internship in New York City and moonlighted as a bartender at The Ritz concert club. I had to wear business attire during the day, including panty hose I loathed, and would go back to the boarding house to change into my rock and roll alter-ego and head for the East Village at night.
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Bang
The Vagrant
A response to Book of Serenity Case #1: The World Honored One Ascends the Seat
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The Longing
In the spaces that fill everything else, there is the longing. The longing seeks an object. The longing is background; I want to say background noise, but then you will think of it as noise and it is not. The longing seeps into your conscious and unconscious life, like water into sand.
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Transcribed from a Sloppy Journal
Back from the conference and feeling restless but not motivated to do anything. Continue reading Transcribed from a Sloppy Journal
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The Hag
I’m making breakfast and getting things out of the fridge. Continue reading The Hag