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The Doohickey
The webhost that I use is claiming a widget will not load. Nothing is where it should be because of this power-tripping gizmo. There’s...

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Jun 211 min read
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Warning Signs
You say our survival is dependent on the heeding of warning signs. A tickle in my throat precedes a cough, and the cellist can somehow...

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Jun 102 min read
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How Far Would You Go for a Gag
Our long-awaited jaunt to gay Paree  has been postponed. I try to be upbeat as I spring the news: In a year it will still be there. It’s...

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Jun 81 min read
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Visiting My Mother at St. Leo’s Cemetery
We discern the milky seeds of dying dandelions, afloat in mid-June breeze, and I tell you as I boy I saw them through my bedroom window,...

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Jun 71 min read
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McCloskey’s Fish & Chips
Grandad stopped getting fish & chips once they were no longer wrapped in newsprint, the headlines from the night before. It sucked up the...

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Jun 71 min read
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Osaka
I think I’ve had enough of our know-it-all acquaintance. He’d be another friend if he wasn’t such a dick. Just today, in the hallway for...

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Jun 61 min read
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Chester
The cat of which I scrawl is but a menace. He doesn’t make an attempt at being cute. His purr is like a Dodge without a muffler. He will...

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Jun 51 min read
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Lady Rubenstein
ran the deli by Central Park, ran her mouth more than the food, always had something to say between our bites of matzo balls, our swigs...

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Jun 31 min read
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Smut
—a small flake of soot or other dirt Oxford English Dictionary To say my brand- new book of poems is just a magnet for the dust is an...

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Jun 31 min read
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The Stroke
Maybe a shot of luck— the deflecting of fired lead. Or a golfer's placid putt into a cup; the baseball which is launched into the air,...

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Jun 11 min read
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Psalm for Kenneth Salzmann
What is it about our conditioning that moves us to hate the weak and ugly? What stories were we told of beautiful riders and delicate...

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May 181 min read
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Best Served Cold
I’ve learned my bitter lesson, to never ask a question on our city’s Facebook group. Does anyone know if there’s a Dairy Queen in town?...

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May 181 min read
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Kaboom
You’ve squandered your very best, on that which fails to give you lauds & laurels: the one-liner which you muttered in the mausoleum...

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May 181 min read
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The Language of Sparrows
Our daughter is dead. We plant seedlings by her grave in April, when Spring seduces with all its promise, moisten the ground with a jug...

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May 171 min read
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The Sommelier
…with hints of raspberry, chocolate, citrus and aromatic in its finish. Cut the bullshit, please. I taste nothing of the kind—and the...

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May 151 min read
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Premonitions
You were always one step ahead— leaping from your seat before the puck had hit the twine; remarking it’s delish before the food was on...

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May 151 min read
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Hair Care by Pierre
I was finally compelled to cut my lengthy hair. Twirling it on my fork in spaghetti’s place, staining it Ragu-Red; quaffing it with my...

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May 132 min read
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Painter of Light
there’s no time to cry; happy, happy —R.E.M. I want to live in a painting by Thomas Kinkade. The critics all hate his guts— and that...

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May 111 min read
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Thumbs Down
I blame everything on our thumbs. Their cursèd opposability; picturing how things would go if not for their relative acrobatics: the...

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May 101 min read
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The Problem with Nature
is that we’re duped to trill its praise, just beyond our tarmacs & cement, our fists of rage and road, the screech of iron wheels, the...

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May 91 min read
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