Cutting Your Losses

I wish you had never said that you were cutting your losses.   Like a paper snowflake you see the holes   like I would. You are not cynicism,   you are esoteric paganism, aligned stars and synchronicity.   Consulted the I Qing on an outfit, left the house naked.   I rolled my eyes,... Continue Reading →

Trish & Other Things We Have Lost

I often walk my dog in the city’s central park. It’s no rectangular monolith of NYC, and in fact is diminutive compared to the expansive prairie parkland that encompasses it on all sides. But it does the trick. It has trees, it has trails, it has rabbits and squirrels and a lake stocked with trout.... Continue Reading →

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