Terminal Voices
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Joan Didion Eats a Pastry at Jacqui’s Patissiere
It was a Tuesday in February, or perhaps it was a Thursday, and the light in Bisbee was that specific, high-altitude gold that suggests both a beginning and an end.
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Richard Brautigan Goes Camping in the Dragoons
It was a Tuesday that tasted like a dry cracker, so we loaded the truck with a patchwork quilt, a jar of pickled peaches, and a Coleman stove that hummed like a confused bumblebee. We were headed for the Dragoon Mountains, a place where the rocks look like they were piled up by a giant who
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Charles Bukowski: A Night at St. Elmo
The sun dies behind the Mule Mountains like a cheap cigar stubbed out in a gutter, and that’s when you crawl toward the neon hum of St. Elmo Bar.