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Remembering

The Staring Contest I was five when I tried to stare down the parrot in Evenson’s Tavern, a local bar where my father occasionally worked but more frequently drank. Jim, as the parrot was called, was a formidable opponent with his cold glassy eye, but there is nothing as single-minded as a five-year old with… Continue reading Remembering

A Conundrum

A Conundrum I’ve made it a goal— clean up my bedroom. The room is fine, it’s the books. They’re flying out of the shelves without warning. There are the boxes carried there from living room, where they fell out. Shelves in the living room expectorate books. Another box-full to store in the bedroom. A box… Continue reading A Conundrum