Tag Archives: Robert Laughlin

Buyer’s Tour

You can see why I had to bring you here; photographs don’t do justice. I agree, and it’s low maintenance too. Centipedegrass hardly needs mowing. All these flowers are perennials. The house was built for people with other things to … Continue reading

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T-Rex

it stood in a king-size sandbox was made from hundreds of feet of steel tubing was painted mostly green, the paint already rubbing off when I first played on it the planar dinosaur was the star of my neighborhood playground … Continue reading

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No Fury like a Lawyer Judged Less Beautiful

Miss New Jersey was crowned the winner of the first Miss American Lawyer Beauty Pageant. The competition was on a Sunday night, and by Monday afternoon, every one of the losers had filed litigation in the jurisdiction of the pageant. … Continue reading

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Light Show

we did it on a clear November 17th not April 1st this wasn’t in the spirit of a prank I’d seen a TV-B-Gone let loose inside a showroom changing reality shows commercials and celebrity gossip to featureless black plasma I … Continue reading

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he wishes he had met them earlier

he wishes he had met them earlier (before the proposal, to be exact) or never at the reception his new in-laws want to out-boor one another not bad enough in itself except that there’s something in Tess to understatedly ape … Continue reading

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Caper Acres

The playground was a good one and the best thing of all was the sign: NO PERSON AGE 13 OR OLDER SHALL ENTER UNLESS ACCOMPANIED BY A CHILD LESS THAN AGE 13 So many places were off-limits to me because … Continue reading

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Body Awareness: Four Poems

only in the stillness of my bed can I move my head and hear my neck muscles tauten and my vertebrae slide past one another the sounds I miss in the waking bustle   the scab has fallen off my … Continue reading

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