The Headstone

I couldn’t resist the deal. Headstones for sale. Going out of business. Minor flaws. All sales final. “What better way to express the transitoriness of…

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Around the Edges

We are not the kind of people who know much about tolls. We have a can full of change, a bucket of chocolate chip cookies….

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Trees

I thought I’d be an astronomer—a scientist of huge, unfathomable things. For my eighth birthday, I asked my father for a telescope. He got me…

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Making Clouds

When the summer rain came we left buckets outside in the yard. We went to sleep and dreamt of flying. In the morning the buckets…

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Dancing Girl

Nothing is so enormous as mother. Mother, who stares and waits for me to dance. Well, I won’t dance. I stick to my room. There…

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Sex and the Cyrillic

A drunk named Sergei said that St. Petersburg is a museum of sex and suffering, which at the time I thought profound, but we were…

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Yonex Buys a Bear Trap

Years ago I bought a Hungarian bear trap for my cowardly daughter. A big, steel cage: about six feet in diameter, eight feet long. She…

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An Unconscious Belief

I call him Mr. Big Shot because that’s the name he goes by. This since last December when he took the Greyhound through New Mexico…

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Perspective

They came dressed as Batman, and you were a giant corn dog. The dance floor was someone’s bedroom, the attic where people smoked up. They…

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What Bears Know

Bears know a thing or two about garbage: where to find it, how to release locks and open doors or take a dumpster in hand…

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