Hagoth favors essays that can trace their lineage back to Michel de Montaigne; whether narrative, analytical, or devotional, these essays lean ruminative, conversational, meandering, impressionistic, and are reluctant to wax didactic. But that doesn’t mean you won’t find the occasional poem or piece of fiction here as well.
On my mission in Puerto Rico, I had a companion who was an ex-pothead. To be clear, he never bragged about it or anything;
Listen, I don’t want no guff from you—because life is already so staggeringly capricious and unfair as it is, that on the ultra-rare occasions when
“In translation we lend our lives—our minds, our ears, our mouths—to the local resurrection of old texts, dead words, and lost voices.”
~ Adam S. Miller
In the days before CDs and Auxiliary-jacks came standard, I recall having to hit the Seek button on the cassette-deck of my parent’s 1996 Ford Taurus in order to find the next song…
Before murder, I briefly considered opening the window and letting the bee bumble elsewhere, but saw the screen would keep it trapped.
Perhaps there really is a single God of the Multiverse filtering all possible Earths into the Celestial Kingdom well before interstellar space travel ever becomes possible.
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