Monthly Archives: June 2013

Witnessing

Today I saw a cyclist in a suit, and yesterday I heard three college kids discussing penis, brooking no dispute: dimension matters. Decency forbids me naming names, but just last week I caught a glimpse of him and her in … Continue reading

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Dances with Words (End)

“We’re none of us pleased with the current book,” Olivia reported (they’d just finished Amsterdam and agreed it was a trifle), “and we all aspire to write…so what the hell: let’s write a little.” She looked around the table and … Continue reading

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Dances with Words (Middle)

They spent at least two years passing books back and forth, meeting gradually more regularly, becoming more familiar. They all remember the evening they converted to writing. It was a Thursday as usual. Late enough in the spring that it … Continue reading

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Dances with Words (Beginning)

They formed a small, intimate, incompatible set. Like a family. Mundane/miraculous. Magnificent/toxic. They made a writing group. They found each other through their commutes. All rode the FS from San Francisco to North Berkeley, an unupholstered transbay bus that only … Continue reading

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Review

I recollect an evening years ago, reviewing photographs to organize a scrapbook of my family, and so last week familiar felt – I put my eyes to skimming most the verses I have stored within my home computer 20 years. … Continue reading

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Bounce

Events of recent weeks have flattened me – compressed me over under through some line that hobbled thought with negativity, appropriating strengths I thought were mine. A colleague slapped an error in my face that shook my confidence, that shook … Continue reading

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Necessary Sadness

Grief starts almost like heartburn creeping up in me with uneasy tightness till I pause to determine the cause of disquiet. Something is missing and the fact that I removed it or that removal is best does not repair the … Continue reading

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