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Thoughts on 42
I thought I’d be grayer, more wizened. And while I see that my hands aren’t as smooth as they once were, my hair is thinner, I still don’t look like what I imagined someone my age would like it. Hell, I’m just happy that I survived a decade longer than teenager-me figured. It has been Continue reading
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Cassette Tape Player
I drafted, revised, and submitted a poem called “I Want a Walkman” earlier this year. I see it as a love letter to my youth and the cassette tape player attached to my hip. Maybe Shaun’s ever-growing fascination with retro media (he requests vinyl records for gifts) inspired me to write it. Or maybe the Continue reading
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Just a few updates
There is a lot on my mind as of late, which is why my activity has slowed to a crawl here. First of all, writing reviews isn’t my forte no matter how much I wish it was. I have drafts and notes, but the writing is the part that gets me. Secondly, the book ennui Continue reading
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Quietly Queer
When A Stranger Hurts You “It’s protected by free speech,” they told us. “If his sticky-notes came down, they all had to come down.” Fortunately for us, this news came to us after we had taken down the Pride Month display. His sticky-notes, while forever a part of our growing LGBTQIA+ collection, will never see Continue reading
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The Incident During Pride Month
What Happened: Looking at him, I would say he was about 18 or 19 but, these days, anyone under the age of 30 looks like a child to me. He seemed nervous, yeah. A small lilt in his voice betrays the confidence he hoped to portray. Smug smile. Beady eyes. The dude obviously listens to Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 