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Scarecrow and the Weather Vane

The day light bleaches the ocher of stones to ghost faces, white and mineral rich like bones, like chalk or dust, like ancient pounded salt. The stalks grow weak and lean ever closer to their roots, soon to be joined … Continue reading

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Francis (The Woman Who Bucked the Bronco)

No one will remember her and that is why I speak her name. Francis Farmer. Hollywood saw a Hit dragged from the cranium of one of their own, and so invented a fairy tale so that seats would be filled, … Continue reading

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