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Bath Sonnet

The silver sound of water when it falls against itself at once invigorates as it consoles, and drops like little balls of light splash upward as it penetrates the depth already formed within the bath. It seems the silver sinks … Continue reading

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Authority (End)

I sent the letter. I still had almost an hour before Julia would get home. I could use it to sand the deck or walk Fletcher. Either way I’d be thinking. I parked the mouse in the middle of its … Continue reading

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Authority (Middle)

I had to reproduce to have a soul mate. I’ve been ill-married four times now, but at least we made two people while we (all) were taking one another apart. Lily and Vera have been loosed upon the universe. I … Continue reading

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Authority (Beginning)

“You’re the only person I know who’s actually read the book,” my daughter wrote. “Is this guy right?” She included a link to an article by some Russian man, about the Bible really being a terrorist manifesto. A few years … Continue reading

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Reading

Imbedded in a paragraph I read, the author made a character express conceit about the limits women dread, and role reversals in the game of chess. So women even now and surely then were victims of constraint and guarded range, … Continue reading

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Myth

The man is sky and woman is the earth; the night is bad and daytime is benign; Apollo sun, his sister moon: the birth of these ideas is obvious. Design a unicorn, but make him male and white, and have … Continue reading

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Beau Jest (End)

Beau attempted to do something with his classics degree at first. He subbed and then taught as a regular faculty member in a private K-8 school. He tried to start ten- and eleven-year olds on Latin. He beguiled kids with … Continue reading

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Beau Jest (Middle)

Beau developed his personality. He was naturally inclined to talk back and wisecrack, and he grew into telling and playing jokes. Especially in his association with Steve, it worked with the girls. Beau had his high school’s largest collections of … Continue reading

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Beau Jest (Beginning)

Some people say golf is the hardest sport to master. Some say it isn’t a sport at all. It’s like cilantro that way; folks seem to have strong opinions about it. Almost from their infancies, Steve Andreini loved the game … Continue reading

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Grooves

Impressed by narrow chest behind me when we exited the opera’s airy tier, I hyper-noticed he was present then and wondered if he angled to be near. Of all the things we talked of with our food, I recollect the … Continue reading

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