Monthly Archives: July 2017

even the crazy ones sleep

A young woman of lanky, long hair, earbuds in, black pencil jeans, gave up her seat. She stood in the aisle dancing, her hands undulated in rivulets. Later when a bunch of people exited she sat down next to me … Continue reading

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No Orange for Julius

I always told him no one would ride in a black bus. Wouldn’t listen. Threw away his money to redo the fleet. Told him the bus came off like a hearse or some prison transport. Julius blamed the sun. Said … Continue reading

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Discovering Hungarian in Budapest

1. At West End Mall Up Radnoti Miklos utca, street named after the Hungarian Jewish poet who died in labor camps months before liberation in a city that volunteered Jews to Nazi death ancestral home to parents who squeezed their … Continue reading

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July Fourth Meditation on Love

It was July Fourth and early enough that most people were still sleeping in their beds unless they’d decided to get up to stake out a spot at a local picnic ground for their family’s festivities, spreading out the blanket … Continue reading

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Truisms

It’s not necessarily true that Italy has the best gelato and that every frame has to house a picture; however it is true that Italian men are conditioned by years of playing soccer to have broad shoulders and narrow waists, … Continue reading

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Keller Avenue Strip Mall

It’s a strip mall disguised as a plaza where I used to take my cats to the veterinarian on that one day when maintenance inspected apartments and no pets allowed, kept going back to the vet even after my place … Continue reading

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