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Synopsis A series of attempts made by a now defunctBook club to break off an engagementBefore it happens what starts off as badAdvice given at a New Years Eve partyTurns into a comedy of errors when anAlcoholic poet recruits estranged frenemiesAnd former roommates alike while touringA closing light exhibit atContinue Reading

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I hate myself for showing up to work. What a waste. I’ve danced four sets for worse than no one, just those who return my failing attempts at sensuality with a dehumanizing stare. I’m continually reminding myself that it’s not my fault that I’m not making money. Not helping though.Continue Reading

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I am whispering in the room of my heart.Do you hear me? When my skull tingles,When you cook eggs in the morning,When I wake in the night and you’re still asleep but your hand reaches for my thigh anyway?When we kiss in the parking lot and someone whistles and IContinue Reading

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As children, we made games of the gallons: underwater worlds inhabited by two.As teenagers, we tanned, splashed. Dared to jump from the highest rock.As honeymooners, we waited for darkness, stripped, leapt: entangled in the current, each other’s limbs.As parents, we walked her patiently. Small steps, spying for fishies. Tiny handContinue Reading

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It’s been on my desk since I started this job, that framedprint of the selfie we took in Times Square –September 2010, our first date – the Golden Arches,and the red stripes of TGI Fridays behind us,me in a light-yellow shirt, you in a turquoise scarf and anecklace you stillContinue Reading

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Isn’t it strange the way you’re always sayingsomething I’d thought just the other hour or dayor the other way around? Or maybe,each was thinking the same phrase at the same second,just a question of who trots it out first:makes the other laugh or sigh, inside or out.That day you admiredContinue Reading