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Skin-Bearing Animal
Many days Ann took the coat out of the front closet, placed it over her arm and stroked the white fur. She imagined herself standing at the North Pole surrounded by clean white snow as far as the eye could see in all directions, snow sifting from the colorful flickering sky and falling softly around her in the antiseptic cold, falling and collecting smooth and without footprint to the horizon. In the frozen wastes of her imagination, under the aurora borealis of her wounded central nervous system, she could achieve numbness.
December 1984How To Keep Love Alive
Learning the proper name for magic; laughing at each other’s faults; finding meaning daily, providing reasons for waking every dawn
December 1984Stories
The interpretation of the holy teachings has long been the sole activity of the monks of the Gaesheen Valley. They read ceaselessly the sacred scrolls and ponder to themselves the precise meanings to be gained from them.
October 1984The Man In The Control Booth
Wycke, I knew, had thought of his eyes as prisms, capable of seeing many points of view at once. They sat in deep dark sockets, alert, cautious, and ever vulnerable, like two small animals uneasy in their burrows.
September 1984When We Care
He is beautiful at that moment, because of work, because of absorption in some kind of work. He is doing something he cares about doing. He cares rather tremendously. I think most men I have thought beautiful as I looked at them have been so because they cared.
September 1984Sunbeams
August 1984The physical senses actually can be said to create the physical world, in that they force you to perceive an available field of energy in physical terms, and impose a highly specialized pattern upon this field of reality. Using the physical senses, you can perceive reality in no other way.
Journeys
To a wedding reception in Buffalo, across the endless Atlantic, with LSD to a raki bottle with a note inside
August 1984Landing Light, Carrying Nothing
He struggled heavily between acceptance and terror, until at last the terror went, little by little, like the receding cry of a startled bird.
June 1984Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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