Category Archives: lotus eaters

about people who are not facing the here and now, but have to be there and then on cell phones and ipods

Ranting old men

So a bicycle on a sidewalk cold cocks a pedestrian. What might a bleeding student thrown out his window into the night by masked mercenaries think of that as he falls too many storeys to an unmarked grave. And what … Continue reading

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settling in

The first step onto the dock is like a fresh haircut, a new dress Unpacking the groceries is like casting a line into clear waters Changing into the swimsuit is like answering the door on your birthday Sitting on the … Continue reading

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’tis lap a pal, ‘s it?

Did you just turn as you passed and subtly smile back at me before you hurried on? I watched your back recede but did not need to exchange formulae or other recipes. “How are you?” You would say “Fine,” I … Continue reading

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