Cassette Player
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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
Chapin City Blues 