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

in a cobbled courtyard

The children were part of a nearby wedding: a miniature bride and groom, she in a gauzy white ballerina gown, he in a black tuxedo, bow tie, white shirt — just barely table height, playing near the tree in the … Continue reading

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lotus eaters 10

who thinks of the garter belt under the hockey shorts every night in the NHL while watching a saucily clad stripper swing around the brass pole in a fire hall

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lotus eaters 9

Music in elevators does not uplift descending spirits any more than waxed floors bloom.

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