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10 October, 2012

Oh Losantiville, Don't You Cry For Me / A Kid With No Ace In The Hole

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And the Senator, while insisting he was not intoxicated, could not explain his nudity. - quote from opening credits to WKRP IN CINCINNATI Ch...
25 March, 2012

Wayward Sacredness, Intermezzo 3: The Last Supper (A Poem)

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You cooked dinner and I tried not to notice the small differences since I'd been gone. Mexican Night: simple taquitos. Corn. Black beans...
20 February, 2012

A Baboon in New York, Intermezzo (RE: 39 Years Around The Same Sun)

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Christ, I'm feeling dizzy today. And no. I'm not hungover. Really. I'm working on a new post -- describing for you, in precipito...
31 January, 2012

An Expert Destruction

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Main Street is crooked, runs right past City Hall, the police station, empties right in front of the University Administration building. Al...
02 April, 2010

The Inner Workings of Nostalgia

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T he best part of my day is walking out to the mail box because the neighbor lady watches me and wonders what a man my age is doing at home ...
13 February, 2009

Party Fouls and Other Non Sequiturs

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The driveway was full of cars I didn’t recognize, so I parked about half a block away. The house looked pretty much the way I remembered it...
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