Gentrification #2

I hear him wailing. My hound dog and I have taken to walking through the neighborhood as of late. He has discovered that he is more of a city dog than anything else. He no longer has the patience or the guts for the woods. His ears will pick up the noise of a hawk […]

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A thousand times, no

A thousand times, no I do not like that album I did not like it when we started dating, and I told you that even before I knew I liked you; please do not play it now because I am in the middle of something. It is a grand plan, this something because it always […]

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John Denver’s Phone Number

I want to tell you about the time I had John Denver’s phone number. Or at least the possibility of having his number. By the time I might have had it, though, he was gone, having tried once more to touch the sun. It was in one of those pre-palm pilot organizers, long before smartphones. […]

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I do not know how one became singed Or how these two orphans decided that they would be the ones to remain out of a set of four place settings. This remaining set reminds me of an old apartment–my first– and friends who gathered there for meals poorly prepared. The faux jade, scratched by years […]

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