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Kevin Lichty
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Writing instructor, author of THE CIRCLE THAT FITS (Driftwood Press 2022)…occasional runner.
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The savagery as these two associatiative memories merge!

From Mona Lisa Overdrive by William Gibson
She remembered the old man showing her how you kill a catfish. Catfish had a hole in its skull, covered with skin; you take something stiff and skinny, a wire, even a broomstraw did it, and you just slip it in… She remembered Cleveland, ordinary mind of day before it was time to get working, sitting up in Lanette’s, looking at a magazine. Found this picture of Angie laughing in a restaurant with some other people, everybody pretty but bey me that it was like they had this glow, not really in the photograph but it was there anyway, something you could feel. Look, she said to Lanette, showing her the picture, they got this glow. It’s called money, Lanette said. It’s call money. You just slip it in.
October 2, 2025 at 8:14 PM
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I have a fondness for Sunshine, even with the weird slasher turn at the end.
A man stands in front of a projection of the Sun, the room, sparsely decorated, is awash in a warm glow.
May 26, 2025 at 3:23 PM
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The third has finally come to join the others. I can’t wait to see how the Weft expands in Waterblack @galleybeggars.bsky.social @alexpheby.bsky.social
A stack of books showing the so far complete Cities of the Weft series by Alex Pheby: Mordew, Malarkoi, and Waterblack
April 8, 2025 at 7:11 PM
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This benefactor’s mustache game is strong:
A bronze wire likeness of a rich white man with a rather exaggerated and bushy “English?” or “handlebar?” Mustache depicted
April 8, 2025 at 1:50 AM
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Desert spring
A brilliant red and yellow cactus flower bloom.
April 5, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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A man sits in front of a wall of screens staring at his avatar who smiles absently mimicking an emotion the man himself may never have felt.
February 19, 2025 at 4:18 AM
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I’ve often said William Gibson was my gateway to literary fiction and this ending to “Fragments of a Hologram Rose” is a great example—the quietness of the moment, technology as both connection and disconnection, the lyricism of the moment—one scarcely realizes they are a reading a dystopic future.
A hologram has this quality: recovered and illuminated, each fragment will reveal the whole image of the rose. Falling toward delta, he sees himself the rose, each of his scattered fragments revealing a whole he’ll never know—stolen credit cards — a burned out suburb — planetary conjunctions of a stranger — a tank burning on the highway — a flat packet of drugs — a switchblade honed on concrete, thin as pain. Thinking: we’re each other’s fragments, and was it always this way? That instant of a European trip, deserted in the grey sea of wiped tape—is she closer now, or more real, for his having been there?
February 18, 2025 at 7:26 PM
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20th Century archeology. South Phoenix, 2025
February 2, 2025 at 8:44 PM
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Decided to walk with Middle Earth until the end…so beginning the journey with the Fellowship today.
October 11, 2023 at 6:36 PM
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This seems most fitting for a “walking book,” that is a book one reads while walking from one place to another.
A cover of The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien
September 18, 2023 at 8:09 PM