Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. Oracles Eighteen credits, full time. We went in the same direction, following the arrows on the pavement, to spiritual war, spiritual debt, Faustian bargains and places of divine leadership and some of us prayed for a prophet or a diviner, but after the sun went down weContinue reading “WD 156 “Oracles””
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WD 111 “Mist-Taking”
Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. Perish the thought of future glories, dreams of self denial. The streets are empty at this time of night, so what’s the purpose of interpersonal reflection, though I am—reflected in four separate puddles of fresh water. Jackson is a ghost town, a fake city built to defyContinue reading “WD 111 “Mist-Taking””
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