Monthly Archives: April 2018

At Play

Incessant runs of solitaire I’ve played for pleasure and unburdening my mind. When I was young, I shuffled cards and made a pattern on my table – I’d unwind as colors intermeshed, and I would deal the game repeatedly. Computers … Continue reading

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Tropes

My brother moved his office from SF to Oakland – he reiterates the claim that he appreciates the jewel he left more now. But I know him – his words are lame. My sister says she’s into family because she … Continue reading

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Personal Hygiene

I’m in the bathtub every Thursday eve. The water’s always hotter than I meant, so I don’t soak as much as sweat, and leave the bath with scant a quarter hour spent. The first of every month I wash my … Continue reading

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Hands

At 16 years I knew a girl whose hands were soft and still at rest. She seemed serene, and she became the image I command when I attempt to wipe my worry clean. A year ago I started spending days … Continue reading

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Tutorial

I used to learn from Dad and friends and books – instructors taught me lessons now and then – but Dad misplaced his mind, and grown it looks like friends have given up and don’t intend to add to knowledge. … Continue reading

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Quiet Hands

The mother was the opposite of calm. She fidgeted with antsiness and stress, and never showed her children either palm except to slap or signal Stop. Unless the mother slept, her fingers weren’t still. She picked non-stop – her little … Continue reading

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How

I wondered: what’s the etymology of irony and iron? Do they share a common root, or trick disparity? I learned that they’re an unrelated pair. They sound alike coincidentally, and by the way, that’s not a synonym: coincident’ly’s not ironic’ly. … Continue reading

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