my face is falling out my nose.

Two years ago I met a balding man in a noisy lecture hall. As frail as he was, he stood a good six inches above me. He'd just finished a reading and I politely pushed my way down the stairs to catch him quickly in hopes to do more than just shake his hand. We exchanged few words, but I've followed his work since. His voice and hands were ( Read more... )

Maybe I will leave for Chicago in the blink of an eye.  Perhaps my credit card will be placed perfectly between two fingers in my left hand at the exact moment I discover a discounted airfare and three clicks later those tickets will be mine.  Maybe it will be Ontario ( Read more... )

Yesterday, on a whim, I slipped Return to the Sea in cd slot 2 and set the system to five channel.  Jamie and I tapped our feet and nibbled pizza in perfect symmetry on my back deck.  I pulled open three windows, removing the barrier between the speakers and my back yard.  My dog lay at me feet, curled up and quiet, enjoying the sun.  She was worn ( Read more... )

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