Monthly Archives: May 2013

After the Health Scare

The starboard hemisphere produces song while reasoning originates in port. A woman’s brain is blended, so a quart of intuition mixes with a strong infusion steeped in bags of right-and-wrong, and brews a view more balanced than the sort your … Continue reading

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Higher Ed (Srs)

I didn’t expect to be living alone my senior year but so it goes. Ronnie and I already faced our domestic incompatibility, and Chaz and I still aren’t ready to share a home. Or Chaz isn’t ready. His reluctance about … Continue reading

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Higher Ed (Jrs)

Ronnie and I faced the divergence after our sophomore year. We live separately. After Ian flipped out and left the Pelham program, Ronnie was single for awhile. Now she seems to have settled into something with Prof. Pelham’s colleague. Horace … Continue reading

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Higher Ed (Sophs)

By the end of our first year, Ronnie and I are ready to move on from the dorm. We are still best friends but our paths have diverged. She is so into the Pelham program (Dryden’s Aeneid) that she wants … Continue reading

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Higher Ed (Frosh)

We each run smack into a Pelham on our first day of college. That family forms something of a unified theme for Ronnie and me. In Ronnie’s case the meeting is intentional. She’s taken by what she reads of the … Continue reading

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Sea Ranch Retreat

I pinched myself 8 times a day, and yet I really couldn’t wake. The sun, the car, the banal talk seduced me to forget my time. Three days I went to nothing far – a jaunt away from concrete, hew … Continue reading

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Omasumation (2 of 2)

Your thoughts almost lulled you to inattention, but you were walking your dog then, and you’re programmed to look around when she squats. Where you live, failure to scoop the poop is as anti-social as vandalism; you’re sensitive to the … Continue reading

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Omasumation (1 of 2)

You were advised to look it up and you did so in the dining room. In a real book called a dictionary. A literal weighty tome. It had a picture you could examine while you recited the names: rumen, reticulum, … Continue reading

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Grammoma

Linda thought she had extensive language skills, but she felt humbled when she started conversing with John. The man had a doctorate in English literature, a career in law, a background rich in Latin and rooted in Catholicism. He knew … Continue reading

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Love Letter

I’d write you in a poem but you resist the structure of a sonnet. I’ve no bar to measure you; until my mouth is kissed it can’t transliterate the man you are. Engaging you by pulse or surge or byte, … Continue reading

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