Yearly Archives: 2007

Like Celine

Oh, I almost forgot. At about three, this girl comes in while I’m on the phone and just stands there with this piece of paper in her hand and she’s like, holding it on the counter? I catch a glance … Continue reading

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artist

Old Bob, now: he didn’t just shovel snow like the rest of us; he’d sculpt it. Oh, he’d clear the driveway, walk, of course; but it was what he did with the snow: shoveling was just a process of gathering … Continue reading

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speculation

you can’t drink whisky outdoors when snow hovers over the ground and ice is what trickles from your nose in self-defense and breath is fire that you inhale through a hard wool scarf and fingers exposed turn raw red then … Continue reading

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