Monthly Archives: December 2021

We Can Walk Far Today Says Gazela

This morning we fancied ourselves carefree dreamed futures flushed with food and promise (we are youngish) set each step with grit. Some other day we trudged in spattered terror trembling scanned down the road spun out in front of us … Continue reading

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Final Exam

explain electricity I say dark matter atomic valence genetic code chemical imbalance abstract expressionism cosines twelve-tone scale write me some code tell me about bitcoin and NFT’s and movies on demand dissect the underlying dismal of Dostoevsky’s novels explicate Finnegan’s … Continue reading

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C.V.4

Around 1963 I was hired by the new Foreign Book Department director at Brentano’s on Fifth Avenue, Eugene Clarence Braun-Munk, who previously managed the Paperback Gallery and was thrown in jail for opening on a Sunday because of archaic Blue … Continue reading

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Interview

Thank you for this opportunity to demonstrate my virtue and my value to your company my curriculum vitae follows void of sentiment or hyperbole for instance here is a picture of my cat Izzy looking placid finally let me stress … Continue reading

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C.V.3

I never lavendered a dish growing up or learned to boil a bean, was flippantly unequipped to live an independent creature, even when I went away to school I just tossed my dirty underwear to the laundry woman so when … Continue reading

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Interlude

After Goddard fired me Peter was still fooling around with young girls on campus and there I was all of 26, ancient really, had my baby to take care of and then my Plymouth Belvedere flamed out so I dumped … Continue reading

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C.V.

In 1970 Goddard fired me for striking in support of Kent State protesters and so I embraced feckless as a traveling hippie with baby in tow and didn’t get another job until I was hired two years later by Merrimaid’s … Continue reading

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Retirement

I don’t work anymore being old and papery more fit to be carted in a wheelbarrow like a mess of clayish soil withered legs sticking up akimbo I got a young person to creak my wagon round show me the … Continue reading

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I Am Passing Cranky

just a body parsing through in a bad temper pacing off time doing the Sunday puzzle in pen — in Sanskrit —in tongue twists I’m not sanguine to see the years peak by so quick along this old bone parkway … Continue reading

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All My Boyfriends Are Dead

time for a Sunday drive in the country and a new romance a new dance once upon a time to totter on and grow old ——–shrink bold ——–shrive cold my mind forgets whips webbed with whistles thighs creased with thistles … Continue reading

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