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March 1978

An American Dream

Nothing shocks us anymore. The line between social truth and social fiction has been erased (from the Warren Commission to Watergate we have been asked to disbelieve our eyes and ears) and we are in the curious no-man’s-land of the artist, the madman and the saint. There is no consensus reality; there never was.

The Bach Flower Remedies

An Interview With Larry Miller

The flower remedies, if they are administered, then flood the physical body with the needed virtue washing out the fault causing the harm and that in turn raises the vibration of our beings, of our natures and puts us in touch with our soul or our divinity or our higher self, in which the presence of disease has to fall away.

Another View

An Interview With Tony Waldrop

I never thought I was much more talented than other people, until I quit. I think now maybe I did have quite a bit of talent. I think the biggest thing that helped me while I was running is the fact that I am just extremely determined.

Variations: A Love Poem

Running: Face To Face With Yourself

An Interview With Peter And Martha Klopfer

Everybody can win in a race, you see, if they’ve all improved their personal records. You’ve seen this in track meet after track meet, there’s the guy who comes in last but it’s a personal record for him. He gets as much applause from his buddies as the guy who won.

A Nursery Rhyme

Selected Poems

Dream Messages

I am not a person, but a pinpoint of consciousness who is perceiving the world from the surface of a spring — clear, cold water bubbling up through a rocky crevice.

Research And Other Disasters

Parapsychology, like every other science, is in the business of doing research. At least as important as research, if not moreso, is publishing. . . . These folks are serious. It’s the right thing to do, of course. If they don’t take themselves seriously, who will?  . . . What follows is a parody of the type of article typically found in one of the parapsychological journals, or in any scientific journal.

Dreams

A horse falling from the night sky, a tree spirit, a little girl in a blue dress