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Party Game Questions

Anytime in history they said,             sparking a montage fit                         for an indie movie                                       of us:   the midnight viewing of A Hard Day’s Night             that exploded                         into a water balloon crusade that made it all the way to 102nd … Continue reading

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Fragments of Seattle

Droplets fall on the paling petals of cherry blossoms just past their bright pink phase, when their fingers are soft and ours intertwine gloveless. *** The sidewalk is potentially slick so I proffer my arm and you take it. *** … Continue reading

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A Piece of Americana

It pulls you away from that IMAX world with such conviction that you actually believe you’re back home, but really you’re still in Disneyland—well, California Adventure, the neighbor park— and you can still smell the oranges hovering unseen, waiting to … Continue reading

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The Funeral Episode

During the pauses you could hear sniffles,             people blowing their noses quietly. Then, there was a miscue in the music. If it had been a sitcom funeral episode,             Uncle Joey would try to rush over             at the same time as … Continue reading

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Fences, Fall, Winter

They built fences for all sorts of neighborly reasons and every day we found new ways to climb them, flip them like foosball players and in manners successful and less so. To make useless their boundary pillars of uneven oak … Continue reading

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