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I have said before:"my brain has a mind of its own," and I had no reason to lie. But there you werewith all that massconfusion pressed..

DURESS I worry sometimes.Like this morning when the sun came upand I went for a stroll to watch it happen. It was calm after yester..

I tapped some dottle into the ashtray, scratched the stubble on my neck. and looked again at the couple over there. She laughed at somethi..

There is a door that opens just for me it gives no hint of the bright red dragon on the other side her heart pumping an incessant th..

On the edge of town, here on my stretch of Rt. 66, the world is big, and empty. It rolls south across the Llano Estacado toward the Pa..

Everyone talks about the road, the path, the river, and the journey, as though it is a thing, whole and complete.They are ..

I’ve made the ride to the mountains more than once now, loaded with stuff to sleep in, eat, something to read, and this book to writ..

The memory haunts me now...riding north out of Memphis in the back seat of a ‘50s Pontiac, windows down on the way to my grandfather's f..

It doesn’t bother me to get my fancy tickled. Why should it? I mean, that’s what it’s for! Like the hour I sp..

I lounged in a chair by the barfinding a perverted peace in a collection of Flannery O'Conner'sevil point of view when three newbies bounce..