42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

Smoke billows into the sky. Is it a house fire, a debris fire?
Hear a fire truck siren, the blast of a horn as it plows through the intersection. Is it possible the fire truck is just getting to the fire? Or perhaps it’s one of those huge blazes, and this one’s just arriving.
Traffic slows to [...]

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Carts are not always found alone. Most carts, unless they move on their own when we’re not looking, need the help of a few accomplices to be freed from their corrals.
An interesting personage pushes a cart my way. I’m waiting to turn out of a parking lot. I have pulled into where pedestrians expect to [...]

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Sometimes there are few words for the things we see. I tried writing an entry on a random drive I took the other day, writing about how the oversized red sun kissed the hills, the clouds just before sunset… How the curves in the foothills were gentle, fun to zoom around. Or to quote Ani [...]

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How much does your soul cost? Let’s assume, for a minute, that I believe I have a soul. I do believe in consciousness, at least, something that makes us human and alive. And when we die, it goes away.
But that’s not the real point of this entry.
How much should your soul be worth? There are [...]

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If you’re my dad, don’t look. Anyone else, read on.

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I can only remember fragments of my dream, but I remember looking into a mirror and seeing that my left eye was very red. Looking at it more closely, I see one side of the iris is red, and that part of my iris has disappeared, almost like it has fallen off.

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I wrote a short short story years ago, long before my fascination with shopping carts took hold.
I drove by
I drove by, and my headlights silhouetted something, large, something moving, on the side of the road. Concerned, I slowed down, thinking some animal had been injured.
An animal of a different kind, perhaps. I stopped [...]

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