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Who's Home?
I was born in a city. Not a real city, just one of those urban approximations which flicker across the map for a minute, briefly important, and then fade. My city was ‘briefly important’ for its steel. We were one of th
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The Nature of Identity Within Society
I don’t know if we’ll ever be whole. Not that we ever were in the past. It has struck me, though, recently, that, while we, or at least I, frequently discuss, and, indeed, logically understand that our rights are not our own
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Loves
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Time Machine
I like the pace of time. I think that life tends to move on on just the right cadence, and if I had a Time Machine I would use it to lock time at its current pace.
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Confession
When I think about tomorrow,
I see the calculus test I have not studied for
and the five overdue assignments with long-received
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Red Poppies
The poppies are too cheerful, squealing for even a tablespoon of attention.
Look at how they open wide like the mouth of a Siberian wild cat.
I told you I didn't want to receive flowers, chocolates, anything at all.
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