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(Originally published March 2016 in Non Disclosure) By the time we’re over North Dakota, gas flares flickering like bonfires below, nearly everyone on this San Francisco-to-Boston red-eye is asleep. I should be sleeping too, but instead I open a creased copy … Continue reading
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Just as from “You shall not boil a kid in its mother’s milk,” They made the many laws of kashrut, But the kid is forgotten, the milk is forgotten, and the mother is forgotten, So from “I love you” We … Continue reading
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It’s my 25th birthday & I’m out for a run along the beach of Half Moon Bay, California. Evening’s descended, the sky still hungover from the afternoon rain, the waves lumbering to their own indecipherable meter. My leg strikes the … Continue reading
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The conversation at the end of conversation is a form of poetry. Con-verse-ation: Poetry spoken in company. I’m relieved to find poetry here, in part because I’m never sure when or where it exists elsewhere. How often do we find … Continue reading
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Begin in a vacuum. Or: Approximate to the wasteland six miles below you: Alaskan oceans, a picket of waterlogged air, some volcanic landmass, dark and nameless. Or, barring that: Approximate to where you are, an airplane cabin in transpacific flight … Continue reading
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We’d already started down the frost-heaved road to the bottom of the hill when it struck me that I hadn’t unplugged the toaster. I backed up into the empty street & we turned around. Soon, the house fluttered into view, wispy roadside … Continue reading
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The world is still tranquil. You are asleep in your apartment. You are asleep because everyone else is asleep, so late at night. That is what normal people do. End of story. And even if you were not asleep, and … Continue reading
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“What I’m saying,” the man sitting one bar stool over was saying, “is that I’m a lot like you.” We were both, it seemed, three or four drinks too many into an idle Tuesday night, hovering languorously between the nothing … Continue reading
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Nobody likes my favorite joke. I suppose I don’t even think it’s all that funny, or that it even makes much sense. But I like it the same way I liked the Yankees as a kid, or I drink Pabst … Continue reading
A Lot Like You 