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I It was here that I found myself – as much as one teenager can It was here that I tallied a notable string of personal firsts, nails hammered logs split fish caught girl loved cars driven stick shift, mastered full beer drunk jukebox played girl kissed Held her hand, first Pristine milieu for my Read more
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Although I suffer from a strong faith it allows me the privilege to not fear death or its obligatory attachments no desire exists within me to see just exactly what lurks in other-side-a-topia I don’t ruminate on who I know that will be won’t be there they are dead they are gone they may/may not Read more
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‘If by chance some day you’re not feeling well and you should remember some silly thing I’ve said or done and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled.’ – Red Skelton I never wanted to be known as class Read more
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Feet on the bottom of a swimming pool at times still fill me with strange sensation retaining an unknown, odd fear – wet concrete hard, dispassionate I was eight the first time I hit chlorinated water our family trumpeting middle-class arrival vacation traveling staying at a motel With a pool. Unimpressed, disappointed I was in Read more
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Death came again conversational notification sociability media cultural medium du jour mundanely profound in heralding a passing old acquaintance high school classmate we were not close, then now? feeling compelled to not be standoffish, participate in communal grief ‘click’ Our friendship was not at a depth then-or-now lending itself to condolence commentary then, our lives Read more
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Love is a day at the fair flashing neon, loud music, exotic sights, smells, sounds, enticements, leering inducements of all sorts adrenaline-pumping sensory overload You know you shouldn’t overindulge but you do and then you get sick but what a ride, oh what a ride! Faster! Faster! Faster! Up! Down! All around! Spinning! Dropping! Whirling! Read more
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I am catching my second wind my longing for home going back has overtaken my wanderlust not that my desire to move to see, experience so much more than I already have has waned, run out of gas in the homestretch but the urge to return has simply built up more momentum there is stamina Read more
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On family trips when I was eight, nine plastic, primary-color cowboys, Indians, soldiers, animals fought and romped in a synthetic, nappy, dark-blue rear-window battlefield meadow Other times, it was a fuzzy ledge on which to lean, and watch the road fading, while my mother half-jokingly admonished me to turn around, see where I was going, Read more
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“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step” Laozi Our journey has finally begun there have been fits, starts, delays in getting here; now finally underway, I am ill at ease The irony, not lost on me An inveterate wanderer, – ‘Mr. Spontaneity’ to friends, family I do not Read more
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Eight-by-ten, glossy Women’s gowns a snowy hue men’s jackets polar-colored pants black, everything else radiant shades of grays drearily brilliant tones off-black, dark-white vibrant portrait in celluloid Twelve adults, a young boy bouffants and buzz cuts, ogling camera, mischievously dead serious, mindfully aware playful magnitude of the day fighting off hangovers practicing feigned solemnity due Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 