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It wasn’t the horses

Decades of tension evaporated when she loved her grandchildren, my children, so she came along to the dude ranch with us. She thought the horses caused her backache. It wasn’t the horses. So, newly close, I could help her die, … Continue reading

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Riddle on a Plate: What Am I?

Vitellus stares out from its wreath of albumen; cured and smoked belly strips dare. Fermented endosperm thanks magical fungus; lycopene flaunts from its sphere. Tuberous nightshade’s with musical fruit; spore-bearing wonders are near. Sliced pudding’s sincerely iron-ic. Clearly, there’s plenty … Continue reading

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Pura Vida Cruise

We ignored dark clouds in the distance, snorkeled drenched in sunshine, cheered dolphins that torpedoed by. The sky blackened and unleashed a whirlwind, thunderclaps and lightning booming, slamming, smashing. I cowered, but they cranked the music and danced Salsa on … Continue reading

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Waters of Indifference

I trawl through waters of indifference to teach twelve-year-olds of Sirens, but what do they know of longing? Sneaking gum into class, or texts at lockers, they ride the waves of their impulses, but can’t imagine a lure that could … Continue reading

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JellyPhish Salad

Like jellyfish in a turbulent sea, the crowd follows different trajectories, yet pulsates to the same beat. We ooze our way forward, squeezing through momentary gaps as this mass of jeans and t-shirts expands and contracts. At the stage finally, … Continue reading

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Rich Relations

A day with rich relations loomed across the state. My state: annoyed. They called us slobs and the Addams Family. So I ignored my flowery jumper and wore my army green t-shirt, bleach-splotched and torn, truly insisting that it was … Continue reading

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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Play Tennis

book Why are we here? (Rhetoric.) Is Prince Hamlet well? (Non sequitur.) Summoned from oblivion, entrapped in a play, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern play Questions, trading their tennis shots, sometimes slices, sometimes smashes. What does it all add up to? (That … Continue reading

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Piranha

Little fish circled our feet. “Piranha,” a local man said. We laughed, offending him. We tried to explain: No discordant violins played as a horror scene turned red. Our apology lost in translation, we watched and hoped they wouldn’t take … Continue reading

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Where Harry Met Sally: That’s All.

With a love of romantic comedy and cured deli meats, there was a natural spot for me, Sally’s spot, where they hoped I had what she was having. I didn’t, but corned beef and a day in Manhattan were good … Continue reading

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Gurgles at the Engaged Encounter

When the priest raised sexual relations, my fiance’s intestines gurgled. Other couples turned and stared, so of course we giggled. The priest reassured us; some couples find this awkward, but he didn’t hear the ungodly sounds coming from my love’s … Continue reading

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