Monthly Archives: September 2008

A girl in the hand is worth two under the table

I can depend on my mother’s charity and the stupidity of mankind… Relying on the tides to rise and recede and the birds to chirp and the squirrels to nibble noisily on things sitting in the branches of some tree … Continue reading

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Wells

I love normal days absent of any significance; mediocre meals in restaurants, small amounts of sunshine, what little shade there is, muggy, the air a bit smoky outside, the food, cold. Children inside, dogs inside, no shadow, no sound, streets … Continue reading

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Oh, Where?

“Where?” is not an answer to a question but an invitation to speak of faraway places to which we may run. Our options are relatively limitless, and in pondering our choices we have relative immortality, or dream of it, at … Continue reading

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The Gall of the Gauls

A torn river reigns over Trevor, Ron, and Inge, and rolls over the cheeks of Cisalpine Gaul like an inconstant but persistent stream of tears, never tiring of its journey but never minding when it’s wiped away, or when someone … Continue reading

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