2014 Category
Lioness
Posted on August 20, 2014 1 Comment
The prospect of jury duty is not as offensive to me as it is to many people. While it is, unquestionably, a nuisance to interrupt a busy work week with two uselessly hanging, disjointed days, translated into hesitantly accepted free time – since it is nearly impossible to conduct any meaningful work in a jury […]
Tikkun Olam
Posted on August 15, 2014 Leave a Comment
The world is sad, unjust, tormented, broken – but sunscrubbed hyperbole will never mend it. Isolated, singular refrains of trumpeted exegesis are inadequate, ineffectual in our muted universe, if the purpose is one of repair. We must love the words we speak. The world is joyful, righteous, untroubled, perfect – but vitriol will never break […]
End of Shift
Posted on August 7, 2014 Leave a Comment
Inflated insensitivity clocks out at 7:30, hoisting its Michael Kors bags on twin, still-painless hips, and smoothly bouncing past a faded blonde, head in her hands, crouched on the curb and muttering prayers to her feet, because death – even when anticipated – is vulgar and unexpected, isn’t it? They cross the driveway to the […]
Confidence is a Constant
Posted on June 25, 2014 2 Comments
When you’re feeling confident, you like to believe it’s for a reason, and not just a function of your own bias of self-preservation. The goal is to be self-assured in some kind of direct relationship with your actual worth and achievements, isn’t it? Anyone can think anything, you suppose, so when you wake up feeling […]
Manhattan Has No Safeways
Posted on June 24, 2014 Leave a Comment
On the cliffs of the Palisades, it is never sure whether what is heard is the sound – or the unsound. Thunder or the blasting of rock. The rumbles are low, and often dimly-sensed in the background of an empty morning’s distance, the growling stomach of a half-starved afternoon, brimming with bare truths. Truths which […]
Thunder is Thunder is Thunder
Posted on June 23, 2014 Leave a Comment
Stealing your thunder – I can do that, you say, while evenly flicking rubbery drips off the side of a bottle. Dark and syrupy drips, sweetly sad with indignant envy, that thunder bounces and beats behind me – and I ignore it as best I can – but, nanosenconds apart, it’s upon me and inescapable. […]
The Middle
Posted on June 19, 2014 2 Comments
Having it both ways, manic agitation glides into an obligatory forced dichotomy of thought. A quivering bipolar blanket of murky gleam and glisten suspending a sightless surge. Above a muddy underline, an urge of plainly brown tide shades before the undertow out ahead of a broken wave, anticipating the impending draw. Contrary? If you must […]
Beautiful Day
Posted on June 18, 2014 Leave a Comment
The strange thing about memory is its selectivity. How you can lose days and weeks and months of your life, not remembering anything particularly at all about them, moving forward with a clean slate, erased periodically only by the act of time passing. What you did on any of those given days dissolves somewhere into […]
Labor of Unforgiveness
Posted on June 17, 2014 Leave a Comment
Late struggle lumbering – can’t breathe, can’t swallow – shallow skin, shiny and taut with the anticipation of a thought caught in the throat like a knot. Choke on that, won’t you? Smiling, swiftly slit in the back of my mind, is what I would say – and mean it – no, really, MEAN IT […]
Sundown
Posted on June 12, 2014 Leave a Comment
By the time we recognize the aged faces of our oldest friends’ parents in their faces, we are ourselves old. The creases in their foreheads, the ginger steps of their thread-veined legs, the freckled humps of their upper backs, the deep lines down their forearms. These faces were unimagined to ever be our own, but […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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