Category Archives: aging

morning reading

Usually during the toast and jam section of breakfast, after the entré — porridge or whole grain cereal — we discover who died. I am reading the comics, sometimes the editorials and letters to the editor — often directly from … Continue reading

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noun theft

I am losing my nouns. No, this is serious. Careless, I know, to lose so valuable a commodity; but I am not doing it on purpose: I think some one or some thing is stealing them. It happened again at … Continue reading

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colder

my car almost didn’t start and every joint on both of us protested as I urged it out chugging old nag into the frozen day. on this rigid planet sunshine is a perverse lie dark as pluto the unforgiven lump … Continue reading

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