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Bold
Darker, Still
Still, mostly.
That's where I sit tonight. Perhaps you are still, too.
It's already begun. There'll be torrents, and the building up of memory, and the betrayal of endings.
But not from here. It's still, mostly, where I am.
I made some pretty stout vows about this day, some rash and utterly faithful declarations.
I questioned the merit of...
Strangers of Kindness
Suddenly, It’s Now Again
A Hawk Across the Waters
This Mankiller Tour began eons ago, in February, with a small huddle of expats and curious Mexica, a crackling sound system and doubtful, generous Buddhists, riven pilgrims, end-of-the-road outcasts, trollers of purpose to go with their days, all of us gathered under the mantle, the flayed-open cordillera of Morellos, under the unvanquished Aztec pyramid...
The Book of Supposed To
Dark Still
