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Back How It Was
This issue we’re ‘celebrating’ one year of this publication. Yay! And so we’re going back how it was in the beginning, before I’d splintered it into a…
T Van Santana
Mar 20
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It’s Been Two Months
A grief document
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Mar 13
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The Old Crane, on Page Road
3102-11-04 The snake, in wisdom cultures, is a symbol of healing. Later, in the Western world, snakes became associated with evil. So we have within…
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Mar 7
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In My Solitude
3102-11-02 Without knowing or asking why, I’ve inched my way halfway to seventy. Further now, actually. I say without asking why, and that’s not at all…
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Mar 6
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In My Solitude
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A Few Updates
Hey y’all, Just want to send a quick thank you to the new subscribers and to those of you who’ve been with me from the beginning. Thank you, really…
T Van Santana
Mar 1
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A Few Updates
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February 2023
Up Through the Cracks, Like Grass Under Concrete
Here is the original opening for the first draft of my first novel, Everything Fails, which is to say, the very literal beginning of all this mess…
T Van Santana
Feb 23
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Wasteland Redux
I pull out a worn paperback. It’s got a green cover. I show it to you. “So this is my third novel,” I say. “Well … fourth. The second one wasn’t related…
T Van Santana
Feb 22
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Let Me Steal This Moment From You Now
You’re driving. You know, if you don’t mind. If you do, then the car is on autopilot. Vengeance is a bumpier driver than Clara, but he gets it done. Out…
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Feb 7
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Snake People
It’s been some years since I’ve seen Professor Thanerthope. So I didn’t recognize her at first. Maybe it was the new body, maybe it was the stylish…
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Feb 6
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Snake People
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A Lampshade
I’m sitting on a blue velvet chair, wearing a black silk kimono robe with gold leaf print on it. You’re sitting across from me wearing whatever you’d…
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Feb 6
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A Lampshade
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When the Village Seer Is Wrong
Bishop Shelly led me deep into the primeval woods. These were not the bleeding barks of the Jungle, mind; rather, the bleached bone wood of the…
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Feb 5
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Places of Residence
The house layout is the same, but the overlay is different. You might ask what I mean by that, and I can explain that it’s a metaphor. People now—your…
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Feb 2
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