Monthly Archives: March 2018

sweet emotion

Walk this way, walk this way Walk this way, walk this way Ah, just give me a kiss — the prophet tyler I realized today i have NEVER listened to Aerosmith’s first album. I have no idea how this happened. … Continue reading

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skinny legs

legs they come And faces go Just like old Toyotas — the prophet lyle lovett We haven’t even made it to the track when Mo calls it. “Floater.” Floater is Mo’s term for gazelles, those runners whose feet never seem … Continue reading

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Roger and me

“Today’s the day,” he says. “The four minute mile.” Roger just died, so he’s hanging out with me. He’s tired of heaven (gold roads and no cinder) and wants to be back on the track. I guess mine’s as good … Continue reading

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one tough goalie

Whack, thump. Whack, thump. Whack, thump. He was out again today. Old guy. Fantastic calves. Soccer shirt. Locked in an endless game with an underpass wall that refuses to let him score. I see him there a lot. I wish … Continue reading

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i don’t rumpus enough

“And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!”  — the prophet Sendak I have a horrible confession. I have become obsessed with v02 max. I have no idea what vo2 max is. Maximum amount of oxygen that can be … Continue reading

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