Doldrums
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Writing Poetry Is Hard
The ideas came from nowhere or, at least, that is how it seemed at the time. I could sit in my bedroom, mulling about or watching TV or reading a book or doing homework or whatever and this string of words would just come to me so I’d scramble to get a sheet of paper Continue reading
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“Whatever Happened to the Coffee Love Guy?”
by Guillermo Corona Faces in the crowd cast in shadow. Lone light shining upon an open mic. Nerves gathered, sweat glistening on anxious brow– we come together not to bury, but to praise this noble art. Tea-stained pages, rimmed with coffee mark the passage of time from home cook meals to library meeting rooms to Continue reading
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My Head Aches & I Hate Everyone and Everything
Reading Nietzsche Naked Redux There’s something almost therapeutic waking up tangled in your bedsheets, naked, with a semi between your legs; your head’s a mess, groggy from a night of doom scrolling, and the first thought that pops in your all-too-sleepy brain as you reach your phone is: Am I really about to turn 40? Continue reading
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Sober Man at a Party
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain. “A sober man at a party is lonely as a journalist, implacable as a coroner, bitter as an angel looking down from heaven.” — Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys “Why don’t you drink?” she asked, eying me in a way one would a narc. She stood Continue reading
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My Head Aches and I Hate Everyone and Everything: a memoir
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? There’s something about waking up naked, tangled in bedsheets, with a semi between your legs – your head’s a mess, groggy from spending too much time doom scrolling the night before – and your first thought that pops in your too-sleepy brain is: Am I really about Continue reading
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3 Essential Things
What are three objects you couldn’t live without? This question makes it too easy to be a smartass. Water, oxygen, and food – durr. However, I assume – at least I hope – that the author (authors?) of this prompt doesn’t mean it so literally. On a superficial level, I am first and foremost a Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 