Category Archives: Fathers

A Machine, For Time

Ronald Mallett I know you as I know¬†James Tate. And now, people known to me… Jess, Kevin, whipped through this same centrifuge. We are on the edge of forever. Know that we are running like gerbils, in this same recursive … Continue reading

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