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I was working in a small town, Globe Arizona, which sat at the edge of an indian reservation. My job was to paint the halls at night.
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This is a true story of an elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Landon, for whom I worked periodically over a number of years.
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I heard the story of the sage who had achieved 'Freedom' yet chose to stay behind until all others had passed through the gates of enlightenment. I wa..
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Inspired by an artist I knew and observed. Such effort to express the Ineffable!
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This is my first novel, which has evolved slowly over a decade. Please enjoy
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Hector was a quiet man, haunted by memories of war. Until she arrived -- a much younger beauty, who gave him a son and vanished. Our stories often col..
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A strong personal element here. Yet, as poetry demands, a touch of the universal creeps in: the robot catches a glimpse of himself, gasps, falls, and ..
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This is a little spring poem in three parts. The last, a simple haiku, was born from insomnia and the recognition of a certain songbird that began pip..
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