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This time he’s more me than I am and we have been here together many lifetimes before and we are drinking each other alive. This is the moment to die. Nothing can get better. Nothing does.
May 1982David often sketches people on buses and other kinds of public places and gives them the sketches. Poor people, he’s noticed, expect to pay for the sketch and rich people expect to get it free.
By Anne HerbertJuly 1981July 1981Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes you get rained out.
Satchel Paige
“Oh.” I couldn’t bring myself to say it — not yet. But she knew I’d understood and continued cheerfully. “Sometime we dig, we find a body — a hand, a foot. One student find pop — then he buried there, too.”
By Carol HoppeApril 1981For a while, several years ago, I stopped watching the TV news. This was no small thing. I was in the habit of watching all three networks, often at the same time, spinning the dial with the finesse of an accomplished musician running scales on his favorite instrument.
By David SearlsMay 1980We live in a cusp, a time that we can call the “crack between the ages.” Right now we could say we’re in an Aquarian energy field, but with Piscean structure, Piscean myths, Piscean traditions, so in a sense we live in two ages. In another sense we don’t live in any age at all. One has died and another is being born. There is more freedom in these cusp times than there can be at any other time.
By Steven ForrestMay 1980Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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