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He’s Just Not That Into You
William Shakespeare has never read your book. It’s a shocking lack of curiosity, I know, but he never sits at his wooden desk in his little hovel at Stratford upon Avon and thinks aloud to himself: “I...
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Learning to Float
Until you try to get your daughter to do it for the first time, you forget what a truly terrifying proposition it is. You want to share with her the bliss of childhood summers in Michigan, floating in...
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Word and words
You cannot hold a proposition in your hands. You cannot run its knots and beads through your fingers as you kneel. You cannot hear the lonely clanging of symbols, their majestic tones echoing down...
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Paradise Palms
You’ve been there even if you’ve never been there. You know well its perfectly manicured lawns and spacious new homes, each one slightly different in keeping with the neighbor- hood theme. You know the...
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Unsolved Mystery
The tv is off and Richard Stack has long since left that eerie fog filled alley, traded his trench coat for a robe and crawled into bed. It is dark in my room, though, and strangely silent. Alone...
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When America Goes to Sleep at Night
When America goes to sleep at night, when she rests her wavy amber hair and at last she shuts her heavy spacious eyes beneath a bright blue blanket of 50 stars in a bed of mountains, fields, and...
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Writer’s Block
Because I can think of nothing else, I will tell you what it is like to see a Dolphin, not up close in its carefully curated tank or in plasma hi-def,but to happen upon one on your...
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Villanelle for Columbus Day
In fourteen hundred ninety two, I once was taught to memorize, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. The world he found, they said, was new and ready to be civilized in fourteen hundred ninety two. With...
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In Defense of Trees
Lord look down upon the noble green trees: some with their limbs spread wide like the fingers of a hand raised re- verently, some stood straight like perfectly pointed arrows, some discipled by time to...
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Triptych
I wish to open sometimes before you my heart like a triptych so you would see, flanked between the oil painted portrait of my pain and the glowing hologram of my deepest hopes, the perfectly...
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