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He wanders up and pulls a drum out of the bag. And then, his life begins again. He’s an old guy. Has his own fold-up stool, the sure sign of a drum circle veteran. He joins maybe 10 or 12 … Continue reading
the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer — the prophet william joel i’m running half-mile loops around the arts center while mo communes with her clay. it’s one of those days — warm, … Continue reading
It’s 4 in the morning. Or maybe 5. I’m not sure what time zone I’m in. Did we spring forward? I think my spring may be broken. I’ve been driving for six or seven hours, which in dog years doesn’t … Continue reading
“I’m dejected, but only momentarily, when I can’t get the fifth vote for something I think is very important. But then you go on to the next challenge and you give it your all. You know that these important issues … Continue reading
“I feel pretty good for an octogenarian,” he says. “A MID-octogenarian, at that.” She stares into space while waiting for the man to finish his conversation and order. She has that look of someone who is too young to be … Continue reading
Life is like a piñata. Sometimes you get the crap beaten out of you with a stick. But then you get candy. Here’s to life. Sticks and all.