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John 'Jack' Lucious Quinby is a journalist who specializes in current affairs and American music. Jude Moonlight is a musician and songwriter, a blues singer and guitar playin' vagabond. The following is a transcript of one in several conversations between the two friends, though the date of the recording is unknown. We are quite sure …
once I was wanting to accumulate (just) stacks of papers and notes as I busied myself with more writing and creating and letting the stacks of papers grow like towers & skyscrapers in a white city as I busied myself like Hephaestus deep in the fiery trenches grinding out work after work But now you …
Have you found your epiphany now? Asked Cal in a voice that sounded dream-like. Since the final miles of west Texas everything had seemed like a dream, and in New Mexico, the sky grew violet-like and the desert appeared almost immediately. The road now gradually rose and fell, and plateaus appeared on the plain like …
In West Texas there are ghost towns, where lone trucks drive toward no apparent destination. The trucks, the people, the sounds and rattlesnakes all seem to be ghosts themselves. Many of the towns we drove through had no name. We stopped in one of the last small towns on the border. It was very quiet …
I woke up the next morning and Lucy was gone. The Spanish princess was gone too. Cal stood out of bed looking bewildered, asking me if I thought the girls were thieves in the night. We checked the room and nothing had been stolen. “Well," said Cal. "Was it all just some crazy dream then?” …
Cal and I went to the same Catholic school when we were kids and received all the sacraments in the same church. I remember that I feared the church, that I was caught up in destiny and purpose, in fulfilling God’s plan and the whole deal. But as I grew older I began to view …
I remember the moon shining bright, the night Bin Laden died, on that last, cold night in April down in the swamps of Gainesville, Florida. The last week of graduation. The four of us looked at the television in silence, watching the flashing images from across the country, of the jubilant crowds gathered in New …
Casablanca and Citizen Kane: a story of an un-review by G.T. Phillips Part I I always prefer to sleep on my sofa. At least these days. It keeps me feeling mobile. On the move. Never settled. All these thoughts swarm and scurry through my brain at two in the morning as I lie awake in …
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The Flood My name is Jonah, and the following is my story of the last week of civilization. It began with a global flood that left only 1,000 people remaining to walk the planet. The morning after the great flood, I woke up and I noticed a certain stillness in the wind that I thought unusual …
I’m afraid of squishing a bug because I am always worried that it might be my grandfather reincarnated. Not that I believe he is not worthy of returning in any other earthly form. First, I don’t even know how the process works, if it is even true. If it is true, then I don’t see …
The iphone will soon be used in handling nearly every global problem in the next two or three decades. I recently discovered an application that assists the absent-minded in finding their cars. The extent to which we rely on these innovations is far from reaching its pinnacle. International leaders will interact with each other using …
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