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Dreams, even those about monkey gods, are normal

1. Last night, I asked Avi if it was strange that I could not recall one exam I took in college from 1992 to 1996. I remember so much from my past, I said, but not one college exam? He said, “Well, that was a long time ago.” “True,” I…

Almost Book Review: Mary Ruefle’s Madness, Rack, and Honey

It’s an almost book review for two reasons: 1. I haven’t finished the book. Of course, I am certain many reviewers — ones who get paid for their reviews, even — don’t always finish the book they are slated to review. In my case, the early review is reasonable since Madness, Rack, and…

When there is beauty inside bad news

<FOUND POETRY> “Parking lots have sprouted outside each kibbutz; as reservists mass for entry into Gaza, their hatchbacks with toddler seats gather the dust of days.” — Jodi Rudoren in The New York Times “Tunnels Lead Right to Heart of Israeli Fear” July 28, 2014

Head Shaking Madness

This war    this war    this war    this war This  world    This world    This world    This world My kid’s food allergies. This world.   This war    this war    this war    this war This world    This world    This world    …

The Situation

I don’t write about it because writing about it would be like the abortive attempt I made in my spiral bound notebook — the one with the mandala — to describe the scene with the wedding gown, in the ground floor shop of my dream last night. The one with…

Book Review: Dear Luke, We Need to Talk

Book Details Title: Dear Luke, We Need to Talk, Darth: And Other Pop Culture Correspondences Author: John Moe Publisher: Three Rivers Press   Review It was in one of my favorite online magazines, Fast CoCreate (a Fast Company publication) that I first heard about John Moe’s anthology of satiric correspondences which fictionally …

I wrote a letter to a friend

I wrote a letter to a friend today and inside that letter — which was not a letter but something like a letter sent by electronic mail — I composed my feelings into something like feelings. And it’s a pattern, my tendency to compose somethings like. It’s not a pattern…

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