Tag Archives: Ivan Jenson

Simple Subtraction

This is how we slowly lose everything either we misplace a book or the memory of a face or we forget to call for days and years on end or just maybe we even forget we were once a baby … Continue reading

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Cheating Myself

When you gave me that token of your affection I must confess I used it to take the subway uptown to meet up with someone who didn’t love me as much because it’s been taxing with you always asking how … Continue reading

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Momentary Lapse

the sunshine was the perfect storm of light and its rays were like breakfast in bed served on reflecting silver trays and her shoulder as she turned away was any photographer’s dream shot and the afternoon waited to arrive like … Continue reading

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Already Saved

I sped past a billboard which stated in big bold letters exactly what I should do and I still could not take that highway advice mostly because I don’t believe Jesus has an 800 number and I’d rather leave certain … Continue reading

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Blogged Down

I have my own theories about the hyperbole of your hypothesis and I really want to lose your findings mostly because you go for that which is photo-realist while I am more the abstract expressionist drunk on shots of my … Continue reading

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Room Temperature

When morning feels more like evening and wine tastes like water then you know something is thinning like the hair of a middle-aged man and so you walk in rain on a sunny day knowing that there is a chill … Continue reading

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Care Package

I don’t have a woman who is my rock and behind this good man is nothing but thin dead air and my only encouragements are the rare moments when I snap myself or slap myself out of discouragement and yet … Continue reading

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Good for You

The sad truth about happiness is that it does not tell the whole story there is no follow-up to see if the recipient has maintained their quota of endorphins or whether the butterflies in their stomach have flown out their … Continue reading

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Wall Paper

You share snippets of snapshots which create a dream-collage of torn-off truths and made-up black and white manifestations of what might have been and on that bulletin board riddled with thumbtack facts scotch-taped with sticky situations that you emotionally detached … Continue reading

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Human Race

One day you are going to cough up a cacophony of camouflaged fuselage funneled through the filter of your native tongue and this siphoned fuel to the fire will fill up the tanks of a thousand rumbling motors parallel parked … Continue reading

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Soul Search

If I don’t see tangible results within the foreseeable future then I am going to have to reach into my past to locate and point a finger at a formidable figure or figurine that is to blame for making me … Continue reading

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Them Again

usually they arrive fifteen minutes to half an hour late though some come on time they often bring dishes to pass or kisses to the cheek they often kick the snow off their boots then compliment you on your decor … Continue reading

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Meet and Greet

What would your average everyday shrink think about that time you thought your cell was lost or stolen and how you called yourself from your landline and the relief you felt when you heard it vibrate under your Chihuahua so … Continue reading

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Sounds like a Plan

Why don’t we meet for dinner at a restaurant in the distant past instead of the near future that way we can already fondly remember each other and have a shared history from the get-go then we can jump cut … Continue reading

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Call Me

Call me short, broke, incapable of holding down a job or a relationship you can call me substandard, subhuman, subterranean who slums through his sad excuse for a life story and you can spit on my next of kin throw … Continue reading

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Blue in the face

Eventually we all grow tired of being the very best we can be and instead settle for simply showing up and delivering good instead of great and then sometimes we surprise ourselves and exceed our reach and wind up grabbing … Continue reading

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Fifteen more minutes

I just had an epiphany a deja vu an odd premonition a hunch and yes what you see above my head is a light bulb turning on because I have a very bright idea I am going to change the … Continue reading

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Fifty (is the new twenty)

You are relatively old and yet younger than I am which makes me what? elderly over the hill a senior about to have a citizen’s cardiac arrest a half-century old relic who is looking back on the best years of … Continue reading

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The “it” factor

There is a pecking order a status quo and a weeding out of those who don’t have what it takes there may always be room at the top but there is so much more square footage at the bottom so … Continue reading

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Media Child

As an air guitar virtuoso and a bareback baritone in the shower I now add to my list of talents the John Travolta strut down a city street as well as amazing culinary abilities on my George Foreman Grill and … Continue reading

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Man and Superman

Somebody beautiful called me “Sir” then that pretty face looked over my shoulder to greet a buff individual apparently named “Dude” so I walked on invisibly down the promenade and was bumped into by a fit jogger who clearly wasn’t … Continue reading

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Academia

Your true age is betrayed by the college ruled lines on your forehead and the legal pad color of your teeth shows me you have sipped from the bitter, staining black coffee of nights spent alone straining your eyes on … Continue reading

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