Category: Arts

Stand Still

I met the faeries in Vermont.

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A Day in the Life of Lil’ Kim

“Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti, Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy.” Lil’ Kim, “The Jump Off” I do have a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti. The Tahitian natives … Read More

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Ghazal

It could be anyone, the one waiting somewhere for you to love her. You wait in a dark station, the trains arriving and leaving, knowing nothing of her. Everything is a welling up, an unhurried dance spinning and dipping, like … Read More

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In the Long-Ago Days of Reagan

The year 1992 seems deceptively recent until one realizes that whole twelve-year-olds have been put together since then, built molecule by molecule into a generation of giggling girls and shaggy-haired boys not quite young enough to be my children but shockingly close to being old enough to have children.

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To Proclaim a Dying World

“A museum setting might sterilize the dread of the inevitable ending at which any chronological exhibit explicitly in conversation with environmentalism must arrive. But the accessibility of this juxtaposition right up front makes sure one is clued into that inevitability and made to feel it violently.”

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My Favorite Things

I like the scent of Princeton, New Jersey and sunset on the golf course behind Forbes. I like the bustle on Nassau Street and the uterine warmth of the Terrace TV room. I like the Dinky’s whistle and the Sunday … Read More

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Word of the Day

It has been a week of nouns weakening in applicability, often adjunct and defunct; this acronym owes more, to us, than onus. Mill mountain, noun, is promised to purge even itself, last sold in 1633, last whispered in Winchester, the … Read More

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Dark Zeros, Dark Heros

The first time I saw Zero Dark Thirty left me shaken to my core, affected to an extent I rarely experience at the cinema. I was deeply moved by what I saw as a powerful meditation on obsession and revenge … Read More

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There’s Good News and Bad News

Dad, that email you sent with your top 25 YouTube vid’s from the summer of ’08 was great.

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Muldoon, Between the Tropics

To read good poetry is to pull a Band-Aid off a wound. I heard someone say that once. Not a big wound, maybe just a paper-cut, where the skin puffs pink and new. When we remove the covering we return … Read More

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Sonnet 34

Amore e Mona Lagia e Guido ed io Possiam be ringraziare un Ser costui Che n’ha partiti, sapete da cui? Nol vo’ contrar per averlo in oblio. Poi questi tre più non v’hanno disìo; Ch’eran serventi di tal guisa in … Read More

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Wondering What Makes the Sea Angry During a Storm

The frantic thrust against a worn beach front. The need to fling upwards and the sickening curling under of a mind changing suddenly.

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