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I sit in the middle of the wild  to watch the last of my wilderness  build a shed, take shelter,  carve a canoe from my bones. Here the...

“Tell me a bedtime story, mother,” the child says. “What kind of story?” the mother asks. “One of your scary ones. One about the...

Rising from the murky depths of an unconscious soul or a conscious id; whether Freudian, Jungian or surrealian, "nightmares" is too soft...