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Category: THINKING

  • solitaire

    This game is about stacking. You start with the top priority which is pretty predictably a man but you cannot find him unless you get all the little numbers out of the way first. In that step you have to start small and work up; once you get into the steps with people you start…

  • cool and smooth and curious

    This metaphor likes to go for walks on the beach. He probably likes sunsets, too, and holding hands. Long slow kisses. But anyway the beach. Walking along collecting pebbles and looking for precious stones, maybe something somebody else threw away. Every step there are more pebbles and he turns them all over, it's a slow…

  • breaking the girl

    In search of a poem that I had mostly memorized in 1990 but was a little hazy on, lo! these many (23? sheesh) years later, I went digging through a box of paper that will either fascinate or terrify whoever goes through my stuff after I die. Here are poems I liked, torn out of…

  • L’esprit de l’escalier

    Mind and Body pass each other on the stairs. Mind pauses, a little winded, well not really because Mind doesn't breathe, that's more Body's thing, but anyway. Mind wants to have a look around, a reflective moment. Mind says: Hey be careful down there. Body just looks back at Mind wordlessly; Body doesn't talk much. …

  • horses for the poor

    I used to wish I were smaller, less physically present, that my giant brain could then be a surprise. "What a firecracker!" Well I don't want that but I did. I still wish that I could be lighter; I wish that I were not held to this place by simple natural forces like gravity and habit.…

  • kiss my aspirations

    Did you see the movie Moonstruck? Cher and Nicholas Cage. I remember very little of it, but there was a scene when an older man, distinguished university professor type, was out to dinner with a young woman who threw her drink in his face and stormed out. Olympia Dukakis* was watching and they started talking,…

  • you’re good to go

    A long time ago, we used to be friends Well what is a long time ago? Less than half a lifetime. How we talked late into the night, stretched beside each other or whispering into the phone, or email with its glorious disregard for time and time zones. A friendship that ended and started and…

  • curiouser and curiouser

    My mind is a constantly hungry acquisitive thing, wandering about in search of new and more information. It's nothing personal or not usually, it's just the desire for knowledge. When I was little you could be excused from the dinner table only to look something up, brussels sprouts turning cold while I turned the pages…

  • twenty-first century fox

    Once upon a time there was a fox. Foxes are awesome because they have all the playful bounce of dogs with an insouciant "don't need you" splash of cat-attitude (catitude? whatever). The fox is all, as long as I'm not living in England where the people have terrible teeth and hunt me, life is fine.…

  • between the bars

    Sometimes I think I'm going to see you and I prepare fun stories in my head and then I realize that I'm not going to see you, that we're not like that now, and my whole little speech about how a diagnosis reads like a poem is totally shot, like our love of an/unspecified nature/suggestive/of…