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Encounters

I might have met you once while on the road but how was I to know you would be there? No map to guide, no picture to compare, so why would I have stopped or even slowed? And yet if you had signalled me your code, I would have shyly…

His friends called him Cubby

His friends called him Cubby                                              For Hubert Selby Jr.  He'd spent half his life in a duel with death, the other in a quest to transcend the Ego and get out of the way of art. He birthed…