Monthly Archives: September 2018

Amoeba’s Lorica: Eat No Fat

The sun was setting on a forest of low scrub, gray and bare, eking out a living on a soil of dun-colored sand. It was cold, near to freezing, and looked colder, because the November winds had already blown what … Continue reading

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Amoeba’s Lorica: Now It’s Seventeen Years After

And if anything has changed in these Untied States, it has not detectably been for the better. At least there’s no cathedral of light on the White House Lawn. Yet. Amoeba’s Lorica: Fifteen Years After

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Kris an’ Murphy: For Whom the Ward Spells

Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac A little voice inside my head said Don’t look back, you can never look back Murphy: “So we’re supposed to look forward instead?” Kris: “That’s the general … Continue reading

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