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From the Belly to the Head


In my twenties when I was still living
with my mother and father and brothers
in the house I grew up in, I would always… 372 more words

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A Brief Reflection on Joy and Alacrity for the New Year


Every now and then I think
about the times I’ve been
a total snot with people.
Sometimes it’s because
I’m really very shy,
other times it’s because… 54 more words

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A Story for the Mist and the Fog and the Rain, but Most of All, a Story for Us


We were somewhere around Frederick, Maryland when Abdullah Ibrahim’s “African Sun” came on the car stereo. It had been raining mightily since we left Front Royal, and now, near Frederick, it was raining so heavily that if I were so inclined I might say it was raining in biblical proportions. 1,411 more words

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To My Father on What According to Evidence-Based Assumptions Would Have Been His 102nd Birthday


You’re not here to see this.
A president you would
have called a son of a gun,
not knowing the harsher, more
colorful, more beautifully… 83 more words

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Picture Yourself in a Boat on a River


On a Saturday morning with the
TV off and all the usual means of
communicating with the outside
world down, my five-year-old son
declares, “If I close my eyes I can… 48 more words

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How Does It Feel to Be Loved and All the Other Questions I’ve Ever Wanted to Ask the Armed Cheerleaders of the Corporate State as an Act of Defiance


That night one year ago, after dinner, I was in the dining room talking to my wife Heather when our thirteen-year-old daughter Maggie came in to ask me for help with the stereo. 1,018 more words

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Those Years That Went Down


Sometimes when
I’m walking
in the old neighborhood with
my wife, my daughter, my son
and we pass by
all the sharp corners
and tight spaces… 96 more words

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