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A Song Unsung

Posted on June 17, 2015 by Susacadia

The first thing Andrette said to me, once our parents had abandoned us to our future as roommates, was “You’ve got no Soul.” “What? I have a soul!” I wasn’t being purposefully obtuse. It was 1968, and I’m sure Andrette … Continue reading →

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Rafe–Dealing With Spies

Posted on November 3, 2014 by Susacadia

[This follows “The Feral Sheep”] Rafe pulled into the third lay-by she encountered. It was backed up against a stream overhung with willows. She unharnessed Snarge and pushed the dog-cart under one of the trees. Across the stream was a … Continue reading →

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Stuck In the Cave

Posted on September 6, 2014 by Susacadia

Plato wrote about it, Ecclesiastes vamped on the subject, Robbie Burns wistfully wondered. I can be as self-serving as the next person; I cherish the occasional glimpses I get of myself from the outside, whether they are complimentary or not. … Continue reading →

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I think I may have met an angel.

Posted on August 26, 2014 by Susacadia

This past week I slipped into that bubble of Zen travel time, where my thoughts are my own and sights and sounds out of my normal experience. A job took me to White Plains, and, not appreciating high speeds, passing … Continue reading →

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A Call to Arms

Posted on May 11, 2014 by Susacadia

I had a somewhat difficult conversation with a friend. Not difficult in the “I need to get this off my chest” sort of way. Rather, it touched on several nerves that have troubled me before. I see the bolus of … Continue reading →

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Re-entry, or “How I came home to a place I’d never been.”

Posted on December 14, 2013 by Susacadia

Ursula Le Guin wrote in The Dispossessed, “You can go home again, the General Temporal Theory asserts, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.” I first read that book when I had … Continue reading →

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