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January – Maisons Laffitte under snow. February – He who jumps off bridges in Paris is in Seine. March – Arthur leaps skyward. April – Cinque Terre, Italy. Hiking… it’s only walking… for 7 hours. Bring proper footwear and a bottle of water. May – Sunset over North Lake, Grand Junction, Michigan. June – Late [...]

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We had met through mutual friends.  She asked me to show him around, that he had just gotten here.  We walked around the Latin Quarter, saw Shakespeare and Company and he bought a chwarma sandwich near Notre Dame.  By the St. Michel Fountain, the young philosopher got deep.  “I’m an American in exile,” he says [...]

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My sister’s child, my nephew, he gets in moods for days where everything is terrible.  He says that he hates all the food you offer to him.  He hates his favorite movie.  His bed is too small, or too big.  Those windows are too open and he is too hot, or too cold.  It is [...]

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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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Tonight, dinner is a stolen frozen pizza from the corner store.  Jeremy brings it home after work and leaves it on living room floor.  He slips off his jacket, the one missing a zipper, and leaves it crumpled in the corner.  He retreats into the kitchen and opens the tea cabinet.  The door falls off. [...]

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“Did you hear about Hawaii?” my father says. “What about Hawaii?” I say.  I heard all about it last week, but tango on they say.  “Your sisters are taking your old man on a trip!” “Oh yeah?  You’re going to Hawaii with Caroline and Margaret?”  They live in New York.   Even I admit that it [...]

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       In the past five years, my mother has had both knees replaced and thwarted two different cancers. When she comes to visit me, she does not get a room. She brings a sleeping bag. This is something I will always brag about.      My mother likes to take me grocery shopping. [...]

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