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Googling A Ghost

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My buddy had been in the computer business, a systems analyst. Surely there would be some mention of him online. But there was nothing. Nothing, that is, until I saw the obituary.

Monday

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The door shuts slowly to something that’s allegedly mine and it sits there and waits until I come home just like you.

"Is Your Stomach Making You Sad?" and Other Conundrums of 21st Century Life

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The questions we ask ourselves define who we are as a culture. “What is the meaning of life?” “Is there a God?” “Does anybody really know what time it is?” “Where the hell did I put my car keys?” To see what…

Catching Forks

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Last night Jim taught me how to catch forks. Meaning, he taught me how to throw them. But he called it catching forks. It was late, and we were low down 3rd street, south of the Bay Bridge, the baseball stadium, all the people and cars, on top of a warehouse. There were a…

Things I Learned But No Longer Believe

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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude

Sparks Beneath the Surface

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If I should wake/ before I die,/ just shoot me through/ the one good eye.

Arcana Magi Pure Vol.3 - c.3

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Mayumi and her friends arrived at the beach. The sun was near setting for the night, and a few stars began an early peek in the twilit sky.

Noises

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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.

Martini Business

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On Martini Business Nights the rules of decorum were written by Esquire or Playboy.The red bar-side book divulges the secrets brewed with ice, libation and a sleek chrome shaker, because its all about the accoutrement, and technique. Mr Boston said that, NOT James Bond. If…

Ajloun Castle

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the wind mistook your arms for wings

If I Were a Chemist, Not Now, but Maybe In The 1920s

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She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,

1958-1961

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In those years, you and I were told to leap for a world suffused with sound and industry.

tetanus

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no one cried

The Search

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“Sixty-seven responses!” Al Edelstein announces at the first meeting of the search committee. It has been just two weeks since Rabbi Feldman dropped dead of a heart attack and just a week since the congregation ran the ad: “Help Wanted: Orthodox Rabbi. Im

fake letters in reply

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I did do one nice thing for you

Baby Catalogue

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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes

This Is

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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?

Date Night

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Content may contain ordinary, everyday, and all around average happenings.

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte

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A woman is fishing in the Seine at the far left of the painting, while time is suspended and light remains. One man plays a trumpet. A half dozen people sit or walk under parasols. Couples stroll and children run or sit or stand beside their p

Dawn

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Fat robins are chirping – loudly – at 4 a.m. They’re trying to delude the worms into thinking it’s dawn already The worms get up underground They’re grumpy, they bump into things They come up to the surface and Wham! That

Small Snow Haiku.

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A small snow.

First Ending

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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.

Zorro

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Zorro lived in his mother’s basement until he could get back on his feet.

Ruptured, Weeps the Hole: The End (ELECTRIC DELIRIUM 10)

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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.

Relics

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Theresa Esposito woke to the smell of pignoli cookies baking. The sweet scent made her stomach rumble. She was ten-years-old today. And she felt ten. Her hair, her ears, her eyes, her toes — everything felt ten.

In the Opinion of the 20th Century Velveeta

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The bananas are insured.

Paper White

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With each step, that cold hand steals ever upward.

End of Shift

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He was losing his fight with malaria, but you would never know it from his dreams

Making Love- Circa Y2K

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I want to ask him why not now, right here on the living room floor when Rosie is out for the day. Instead, I suggest Sunday afternoon. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and we'll eat them on the veranda. I'll take off my tennis skirt and unbutton my...

1970

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deformed or retarded