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Cry “Havoc!” in a Sleepy Classroom

My students hadn’t thought twice about a stab in the back, or a robe drenched in blood; video games steeled them against such violence. But when Antony let slip the dogs of war, those sleepy adolescents marveled that Shakespeare made them shudder. … Continue reading

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How to Avoid the Killing of Darlings

Christine told me how to avoid the axing of assonance, the slaughter of simile, the killing of darlings: Exile instead. Save snippets like pulsing hearts, scraps like vital bones. Those darlings breathe on, beloved, to emerge in new pieces with old souls. … Continue reading

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The Middle Ages

 

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Do Only Fuddy-Duddies Question Comedians and Interstellar?

How many times have I been that teacher in the front of the room when the kids are supposed to be working quietly, but wave after wave of suppressed giggles come forward? Does it even matter whether someone really cut … Continue reading

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Elephant Ride

Our elephants are headed for dense jungle at dawn. Although they know the path well, the old man goads them on. And yet more than elephants go on this steamy day. My boys leave for adulthood, while I goad them … Continue reading

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Karma in a Plastic Bag

She said releasing the creatures would make merit, a boon for our souls for under a dollar. Freed from plastic, they spread into the water like goodness into the world. But would she recapture them early tomorrow, so the cycle … Continue reading

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From the DMV to the DMZ

My son the math genius and I were rushing to his driving test, so I was surprised when he flicked on the right blinker for a detour. “I’m just going to practice backing in for a minute,” David said. Despite … Continue reading

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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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An Invader Crept

I’d thought my boys were locked in snug against that hostile land, and sleep in the empty night would restore us, but they hadn’t been secure; an invader crept. Crushed under an angry heel, the menace turned to dust; my … Continue reading

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