Category: Writings
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Rising from our ashes
The day begins with a sigh, so much to lose, so much to gain. I disagree with those who say that we are born innocent and pure. Rather, we are born plump and unformed — beautiful in our rawness perhaps, but just a bare hint of who we may be. We are born of colliding…
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The glistening shards
Glistening shards lie all around me. I must watch my step because in spite of their beauty – or perhaps because of it — they are deadly. I stand immobile, afraid to move my bare feet lest the shards slice my flesh and drain my blood. I admire them from a safe distance. These shards…
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Brian Dessin Day: Big Guy with Earring
The stories came one after the other. In each he was accompanied by a different exquisite girlfriend: Prague, the 210 motorcycles, the lecherous rock ‘n roll photographer, the train trip across a continent in search of absinthe. He was, among many other things, a collector – not only of girlfriends but of antiques, of motorcycles,…