Tag Archives: Love

straight no chaser: Old Rag

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When you said “I’ll never leave you,” I get that you didn’t mean “never.” Fine. It’s been a week, though… You can’t throw around words like that, and not expect them to have meaning. And it’s a bold thing to say. Who says that anymore? Except when you are in love, and actually mean it, or you just finished a long hike and you’ve revealed some angst filled strain in your DNA that your dad gave you when you were eight. Because that’s when Continue reading straight no chaser: Old Rag

Scrutiny

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The flowers are turning brown;
Not that you noticed.
You’re not noticing much these days
And its making me wonder
If it’s not so much that you aren’t aware,
As that you don’t a give shit.

I bought you a car,
You barely flinched.
I told you about that new flavor of ice cream,
You “Hmmphed.”
I offered you a free acupuncture treatment,
To treat that thing that happens
When you wake up Continue reading Scrutiny

Criterion & Libby

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And he was shocked that Gilda was not banging down the door to be his date for the dance tonight. He had everything. He worked for her father, he was trustworthy; clearly they were dazzled by his mechanical prowess. (Why else would they put him to work the moment he entered the house?) Fastening the door, un-wobbling the table, shining the roof, Continue reading Criterion & Libby

The Lowest Denominator

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At a cafe in Maine last week I stumbled upon a journal that someone had left in the floorboard of the wall. I was just staring into space, and thinking about my future — picking at the tiles near the sugar and napkin holder — when a larger piece fell with a PLOOP, and out comes the edges of fifty, maybe sixty pages tied together with faded twine. Continue reading The Lowest Denominator

Birds

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Sometimes I walk by birds and get upset when they fly away.
My dad says it’s cause I startle them, but I don’t know if that’s true.
If I see a bird up the path,
I keep my steps even and begin to think past them.
It sounds weird, but I think beyond the space where they are.
Looking past them at the bus stop,
I’ll think about why my dad was late picking me up;
If he were on time we might have made the bus, Continue reading Birds