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Strong Wind, Strange Soil

June 27, 2013

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Fresh rain pours into the face of the fishermen on the concrete dock dock beneath the great black sky of Wednesday here at the center of everything and nothing. It is one of those nights of storming from the West.

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When the grass needs cutting

June 9, 2013


The grass needs cutting, it’s that damn season when the grass always needs cutting. Not to mention the spidery brown corpses of last year’s porch-side plants I still haven’t ripped out yet.

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Six Vignettes, One About Two Attorneys

May 22, 2013

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The well-heeled partners cruise by the brewpub window in their dark-blue sharkskin suits, or at least, suits I cannot afford. I’ve long admired their well-oiled hairdos. They must cost $500 an hour, these guys, what do I know. What do I cost?

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The Busy Machines That Click and Hum

February 20, 2013


It is hazardous to write poetry when you are tired, horny, disgruntled, lonely, in need of a lover’s ministrations or even just a session of kisses. This may be, of course, the only time, even the best, to write poetry.

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His Fourth Death (Accompanied by a Little Blue Guitar)

February 19, 2013


It was his fourth fourth death. Not that he was counting. But he thought about it later. ‘Keep yourself in the room,’ some oracle of wise practice — was it the Zen Hospice Project? — had said. How did you do that?

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You’ve tried to write like a son of a b*tch. Now what?

December 2, 2012


So, you’ve taken part in National Write Like a Son of a B*tch Month this past Novermber. Now what! Set down to your pencils! It’s time to Mail & Deliver.

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4 Addendums to National Write Like a Son of a B*tch Month

November 13, 2012

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Please note these important addendums to National Write Like a Son of a B*tch Month in order to further your success and rescue your so-called self-esteem as a writer who, like, actually writes.

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Seeing into your neighbor’s window as life goes on

September 6, 2012


So, it is Day 5 of my Facebook Fast for the month of September. And I can claim no high moral seriousness or report any breakthroughs. But I do see into my neighbor’s window.

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