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Bones Like Black Sugar

Why did I ever go back? Wasn’t it enough that the eggs fried evenly in my iron pan, that the white edges crisped so prettily, like doilies, that the chimney huffed its smoke grandfather-satisfied, that the green trees stayed in their civilized trim, that they never again reached out for me as they did in […]


The Sense of Spirals

With some polytropic characters it is possible that there is no real self behind the shifting masks, or that the real self lies exactly there, in the moving surfaces and not beneath.——Lewis Hyde, Trickster Makes This World She went down into the labyrinth under the patternless city and sat on a fallen pillar for a […]