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Snow

  What matter if the snow Blots out the garden? She shall still recline Upon the scented balustrade And glow with spring.   — Li Po

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Grounds and Services

     1. I get a job as a sort of glorified file clerk in Pam’s office. Things go well at first, but then we get an attractive young intern, and she and I become friends, laughing and hanging out. … Continue reading →

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Sadaquada

  Sadaquada   Looking out at the Implacable green geometry Of the Sadaquada Golf Club Grass snake fairways In misty outline   Behind the clubhouse A certain configuration Of two bodies Erect in the doorway A propositional calculus Limited by … Continue reading →

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The Wit of Wittgenstein

The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is. — Ludwig Wittgenstein

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The False Prophet by Claire Booth

It’s well known that I’m an unapologetic true crime afficionado, and one of my (oh, so many) stock lines is you couldn’t make this stuff up, which is my flip way of expressing that a good true crime writer, by … Continue reading →

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Happy Birthday Edgar Allan Poe!

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Sadaquada

1. It’s cold, extremely cold, which makes the long walk from the far corner of the parking lot seem even longer, especially since I’m not wearing an overcoat, the idea being that when I slip into the clubhouse it’ll look … Continue reading →

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Fall by Colin McAdam

I ordered Fall for myself from my book rep because I’m a sucker for prep school stories, but it turned out to be one of those "literary" mysteries that fail at both ends of the hybrid, and it literally gave … Continue reading →

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Aztec Poem

  We have come only to sleep We have come only to dream. It is not true, no, it is not true That we have come to live on the earth.   At every spring the grass is renewed, So … Continue reading →

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