Monthly Archives: April 2013

O U Kid (Part 1 of 3)

“Once upon a time a child was born. Me. Upon a 1950 time. In New York City. “I was one of thousands of children born that day. One of hundreds in New York. One of dozens in that hospital. One … Continue reading

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Questions and Answers

For what is it assumed when I stay home I do not work, who’s known for working hard? And why when I report I wrote a poem, do many dread the jingle of a card? How came the custom to … Continue reading

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Navigator

My path of least resistance is of late a freeway to romantic fantasy. Imagining the way we’ll punctuate this talk is irresistible to me. Continuing our dialogue in mind the while I walk or work or rest or rush, I … Continue reading

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Joy (Part 2 of 2)

“It’s worked for me.” She startled at my voice. “Working I mean. The first half year I was married to Matt I didn’t have a job. Took to staying home and indulging in unhealthy habits. It got to where I … Continue reading

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Joy (Part 1 of 2)

She said, “People ought to be careful what they call their kids. I’m just now starting to learn how damaged I was by my nickname.” (Joy. She’s called Joy.) “I kept trying to live up to it. Always had to … Continue reading

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Goose Summer

I looked up “gossamer” some years ago, and I was charmed. But when I prepared to post a piece with that title recently, and searched for a picture on Google Images, no geese came up. I could feel the original … Continue reading

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Ruler

I start to learn the length and breadth of you, and every day I like a little more the message in your deep caress, and through your stroke a stretch I haven’t known before. You hold my neck with fingers … Continue reading

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Self-Medication

Self-medication is the course for me to lever out of this reverse plateau of dismal mood, abysmal density, of slogging in an attitude so low or lonely I don’t even know what’s worse: a dearth of all excitement, silent, skewed; … Continue reading

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Resolved (2 of 2)

“I’m sick,” Hannah says by way of explaining her presence and her appearance, “and I’m supposed to be reading board resolutions.” Buck doesn’t hear her correctly. That’s because one of the local walkers is passing by, and that has started … Continue reading

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Resolved (1 of 2)

Hannah is an anti-historian. That started when she couldn’t master history in school; she who aced elementary and junior high classes without doing any homework couldn’t pull a B on a history quiz. She read and reread fiction at the … Continue reading

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