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Archive for February, 2009

A poem for Ellen.

It was that even if we  never took that canoe ride and when you did I shouted to you across the lake about dinner or something. And I could hear your oar in the water, breaking it and your face looking up as I called to you and you didn’t need to tell me about [...]

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There is a blog I enjoy reading that is a good reminder of why it is good to be young, crafty, organic, and in love, that recently did a post directed at people who, well, I’ll just say for people who describe old bookshops as dangerous. So here in Paris, there are some essential ex-pat [...]

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Triple Shot.

  All you need is love. … and olives. … and whisky. ———– As a kid, I used to hate calling my uncle when I was at my Grandma’s house.  She had a rotary phone and he had three zeros in his number.   ———– This is my room for yoga for the week…

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10 Cent Eras.

I won’t say he belabored the point but he belabored the point.  “It’s a tragedy,” he kept saying.” “I really don’t think it is,” I said. “No seriously, it’s one of those things that marks the end of an era.  We are now in the over-three-dollars-for-a-loaf-of-bread era.  Just like remember the time of thirty-two cent [...]

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I worked myself to dark circles for half a year before seeing Pennsylvania road after Pennsylvania road up and over the Poconos slight moonlight reflecting off Sunday’s snow and onward, onward icy road and neon signs saying how many miles to wherever and wherever after.  We stopped for toilets and coffee and asked the waitress [...]

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fresh water.

I spent my childhood with 80% of my being consisting of the lakes of Michigan. They bathed me, satiated my thirst, steamed my vegetables, and it was on their banks that I found my first horizon. I am their quiet lapsing… … their lively surfaces… … their shifting shapes and colors… Chicago flows out of [...]

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  My friend Matilda was given a car for her 16th birthday.  It sat in the driveway with a ribbon on it and that night, after the surprise, after the tearful thank yous, near two a.m. or so,  a storm came.  Lighting hit the 16 year-old tree the father had planted the day Matilda was [...]

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Ben says that it’s because there is no one to wake you up after two hours of sleep to a shot of whisky to catch the Gregorian chant early Sunday mornings.   Nathan says it’s because there is no one to wake you up bouncing on your bed in their underwear at three a.m. just [...]

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As the days get longer and the sun peeks out more every day, as socks get thinner and sleeves get shorter, my head goes to last spring in New York.  This was the view from my bed out my window as the smell of warmer air snuck in and i began to breathe deeper for [...]

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