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Tag Archives: dream life
Insomnia
Track 1) The brain is grooved. It is like the needle won’t lift and go to the next track. Track 2) Will H. even recognize record players? I remember the smell of my father’s LPs in the credenza in the … Continue reading
Dear 17 Year-old Self,
The fictional American version of high school inhabited by Molly Ringwald and Andrew McCarthy and John Cusack simply does not exist. I know this is hard for you to hear. But you will never wake up and just be Samantha … Continue reading
Drive All Night
I used to want to check out every diner up and down NY-22 and I-90. I remember one that rose up off an embankment as you came around a bend, a curve of silver windows like the hull of a … Continue reading
So You Think You Can Discuss
The action today is all in the comments thread here.
Spring Quarter: A Thank You Note
I taught them Mark Doty, Mercy on Broadway and Description. These are poems, and it was a short fiction class, but they got it. There are stories that can be told in a line. There are stories that have no … Continue reading
Terrarium
The plants in my terrarium do not look right. The glass jar curves up at a nice angle. I tried to balance vertical grasses with the delicate spread of the baby tears, the sharp flat leaves of the one that’s … Continue reading
Union Station Plus and Minus
In the clear sky to the north a streak of lucid white light is the reflection from an icy surface; that is, ‘ice-blink,’ in the language of these seas. Continue reading
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