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I told my mother a secret, in confidence. “Don’t tell anyone,” I said. “I won’t.” “He really likes Valerie Bertinelli,” she said. “Mom!” I was shocked. She had sworn. My Aunt Betty didn’t know who Valerie was, but that didn’t … Continue reading →

I didn’t come to the open mics with poetry in hand. I originally came to listen, to find acts I could watch and maybe follow to full-length shows, like how I’d seen Gene & Mimi. I knew they had played … Continue reading →

If you had telekinesis, I can’t tell you how moving that could be for me. You could carry me around the house, if your mind were strong enough – and I think you would be. You’d just lift me about, … Continue reading →

There is a way out and it’s not the way that you came in. You have to solve a variety of puzzles answer questions resolve issues that will leave you better prepared, all of which, ironically, have nothing to do … Continue reading →

My cereal has been eaten. My socks are freshly dry. My cap is jauntily askew. My car is pointed exactly where I need to go, according to GPS. I am ready to quest. I’m going North to find my destiny. … Continue reading →

Thigh upon thigh, the trenchcoat pair read their papers, he in print, she on her tablet. They’re off to their morning responsibilities, taking their respective worlds by storm, though the storm passed the city before either of them woke up … Continue reading →

After I saw her, I parked by the side of the street. She sauntered over luxuriously, taking her time, sure that I wasn’t going anywhere. Leaning through my window, she didn’t say anything, just waited for me to speak. I … Continue reading →

Limitations make for intriguing art. Defy.

The works in this gallery cost more than my apartment would, if my shitty place were ever to be put on the market. The gallery hosts poetry once a month, which is a great mitzvah, but I’m a little uncomfortable … Continue reading →

I don’t use the tiny cutting board I own very much. Most of the time, I just cut in the edge of the sink. This may not be the most advisable tactic but I have seven fingers pointing back at … Continue reading →