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Sundries and Notions
I was hoodwinked into a blind date the Saturday night of my second full week in the orphanage. My entourage of fellow left behinds awaited my fetching of the lass from the warmth of her home. And now all coupled, the eight of us walked three short blocks to the bungalow hosting the soiree. It […]
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In celebration of the recognition of my public expiration date, we fine dined with whine and wine… and then, just on time… ordered a firewall off the menu. A gated corner to decompose, I suppose, and juxtapose rickety rhyme with the arthritic current. Politics, like crack, can crumble a community. And poems have cities sacked. […]
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If I could small talk, I could have been a contender. The web is, by and large, small talk. A never-ending, ever-changing cocktail party, with guests and crashers hurrying in and out, ready with circuit-thin dialogue diluted by its temporal nature. There’s the boisterous, the breathless, the swells and the wall-flowers, chattering past each other […]
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