busyness
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Advent 14
Like Scrooge's trinity of ghosts,the Beloved takes my handand flies me skywardamong dark Winter's stars,beyond my sapped vision,beyond this succession of pea-sized moments,beyond my desk of dust and yellowing paper, endless analysis and digitized disorder…and for one brief momentreveals… Continue reading
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Obliquity 1
"I'm sorry to tell you this,"the doctor said,white-cloaked,peering over his half-glasses,holding his laptop openbut turned toward me so I could see the screen."Here," he pointed,"this mass, these tendrils…" The image looked to melike an amorphous, gray blur. "This is obliquity…as… Continue reading