Radio Waves
May 25, 2026

I read once that a certain kind of sound production in early television travels on rays or beams or whatever so strong that they can be heard in space. Aliens are likely to have had their first contact with our…

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Your Voice Reaches Me.
May 25, 2026

Your voice reaches me, your welcome ,low-keyed, common-sense, no-nonsense voice. Like the voice of Sky God. Sometimes I don't listen to common sense. I'm the one with headphones, listening to when I met you in the restaurant, you could tell…

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Her voice reaches me, again
May 25, 2026

[ongoing story of college-age Amelia in this scene with her rich friend Jana. Earlier in the day Amelia had been admonished by her thesis advisor for proposing an unrealistic subject.] I accept the invitation from Jana to come for dinner—again.…

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Always
May 25, 2026

"I'll be loving you ALWAYS, With a love that's true, ALWAYS When the things you've planned Need a helping hand, I will understand Always, ALWAYS. Days may not be fair ALWAYS, That's when I'll be there, ALWAYS, Not for just…

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Encounter (14)
May 22, 2026

Fragments from a longer tale We were too busy those first few days to feel anything, really. The numbness of the flood, the road and the great fatigue of the trip was almost hallucinatory. I don’t know how we got…

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Bitter Herbs Are Sweet for The Spirit.
May 22, 2026

Come on, let's jog over to our garden. Here we are. Ramaytush Ohlone Community Gearden! Wow. Our plants have topped out by two inches since last time. Arugula. White Sage. Indian Lettuce. Mugwort. Dandelion. Burdock. Rosemary. Radish. Endive. Cannabis. Bitter…

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Bitterness and hope
May 22, 2026

[story continues after Amelia has been admonished by her advisor about the unrealistic subject she's proposed for her thesis] I descend the grand staircase of Hamisch Hall, putting one heavy foot after the next and ignore the other students coming…

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Between Bitterness and Hope
May 22, 2026

Sally thought she’d write a poem about her situation. The problem was she couldn’t exactly pin the “situation” down. What was it? Was she clinging too much? Did he not feel validated enough? That was his word: validated. She couldn’t…

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Waking the Baby
May 22, 2026

I saw a thing online: ….an infant as cherubic as an adorable angel in a Renaissance painting , who was having a tiny pair of glasses gently placed on its sweet face…..

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