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Adventure # 7, New Orleans or the Innocence of Debauchery

[Disclaimer: Do not assume that anything you read here is autobiographical (even if you are sure it is) unless you take the time to sit with me over a beer or whiskey and have an intimate conversation. Remember that while … Continue reading

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Asking a Woman Out, Cold: A Memory of My Childhood

[Disclaimer: Do not assume that anything you read here is autobiographical, (even if you are sure it is) unless you take the time to sit with me over a beer or a whiskey and have a conversation. Remember that while … Continue reading

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Lunch I: The Angle of Introspection (September 23, 2012)

I try to eat lean–salads, fruits, and a variety of lean meats with a bit of cottage cheese and a few other items to provide those ephemeral nutrients we often overlook. Doing this requires me to cook pretty much every … Continue reading

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Breakfast I: Reading the Coffee Grounds (September 9, 2012)

“THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white flowers … in your poem you pour like a cup of coffee, Gabriel” (Carl Sandburg from “Cups of Coffee”) I woke from a weird dream, rehearsing … Continue reading

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Adventure #6, “Try a Sonnet,” she said: Ending with Bad Rhyme

The Last Stall on the Left Poem Reading She scrapes her nail along her stretch marks conscious his lips read between each line those remnants of seed; warm water descending vines that wind through rooms—a boy’s pail, a girl’s twine … Continue reading

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Adventure #5, Depositing a Check: Young Girls Pondering the Metaphysics of Powdered Cream and Sugar

(See “An Adventure a week . . .” for a description of this project) I went to the bank to deposit a $25 check. Apparently, I’d been throwing money at my insurance company, hoping, I now realize, that the stained … Continue reading

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Adventure #4, An American Sentence: A Life in 17 Syllables

(See “An Adventure a week . . .” for a description of this project) Week of February 26 Your straight lip wavered, maturing to a frown, stuck for one breath to a tooth.

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It isn’t the Truth; It’s Just a Memoir

Recently, I let a few friends read the first chapter of a memoir I have been struggling with for a number of years. After getting through the first chapter, a little muddy eyed, some expressed a mixture of confusion, which … Continue reading

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Spider-man, “Meanwhile,” and Memory

Note: This is a personal essay Slumped over on our sides, elbows stuck in our sleeping bags, my brother and I read Spider-man comics in the domed tent that smelled of burnt pine sap and wet socks. We had spent the day … Continue reading

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