November 2014

Bureaucracy

November 28, 2014

Bureaucracy. Don’t you hate that word? I can feel my irritation rise just thinking about it. It dredges up thoughts of trying to call a real person on those stupid, endless voicemail labyrinths which trick you into believing somebody cares about your miserable concerns. Bureaucracy is nothing more than an excuse to not be human. […]

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Soul and bone

November 24, 2014

When you said you loved me, I said, “I know” We both knew it wasn’t true, didn’t we? It was a lie. Could we ever have thrown The truth out there for everyone to see? In nature, there are only accidents Trees whose sprouting heralds a future life Rooting in soil that somehow prevents An […]

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Bridge

November 19, 2014

I cannot recall a single time When I have crossed a bridge on foot Without stopping halfway across To lean on the rail Look down and wonder Which two sides this bridge Is putting together Like an arranged marriage Suspended over what kind Of something underneath That needs to be avoided At all costs There […]

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Hammering

November 12, 2014

My father’s shed at the end of the driveway Next to the house outside the kitchen window We sit at the table, my mother and me Eating her pound cake and drinking tea Listening while my father saws and hammers Whistling his favorite Beethoven sonatas Working his drills and circular saw Making his world go […]

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Doors

November 2, 2014

I remember the day I walked out The front door of my parents’ house My mother slammed it behind me She did not say “Good riddance” But I felt it as surely as if she had hit me Across the face in a fit of rage She was lonely by then Not because anyone had […]

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Making ends meet

November 2, 2014

Making ends meet meant very different things to each of them. For her, making ends meet was about money and the unpleasant feeling that there was never enough for her to have the things she wanted in her life with him. She didn’t work, for reasons that were never even very well explained, and was […]

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Thumper

November 2, 2014

Over and over we roll down the hill, all the way to the bottom, arms tucked in tight. We are seven and, as soon as we can stand up again, we run back up to the top of the hill and throw ourselves down again to roll all the way on the blanket of fresh, […]

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