2025
LIFE IS NOT A HIGHWAY
It’s 6th Avenue. And then it’s 7th. Up and down. Stop and go. Some of us are walking. We may get rained on. It takes us…
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2024
Saturdays are for seagulls
Saturdays alone are for boundaries. To step around the shit laid on the sidewalk like breadcrumbs leading to more shit. Know what the sabbath is good…
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2024
Resurrection
In a world in which psychotherapseudo everything has replaced religion, some thoughts on the resurrection. Also, please continue to patronize your local psych clinic. I believe…
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2024
I pulled a card
I pulled a card, again and again, it was death Those roly pollies and spiders and wetness and worms and beetles and pungent scent of the…
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2024
Last feeling
Last time I felt anything, I was sitting on cold porcelain for hours on end No, I was lying next to it Curled up in a…
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2024
Appetite for the infinite
Appetite for the infinite Dreams led astray For the number 7 Despite what it could mean Hunger driven pining An appetite for the infinite With her…
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2024
Lie fallow
Mindlessly, we often wake up and think about everything that we want to or needs to be accomplished. Rather, I often do, unless it’s been a…
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2024
you’re a dynamo
We’re drowning in the life you’re sharing. Non-stop one-way flights to your days and weeks. What if we wanted to visit the dark parts? Where is…
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2024
Tipping Flames
When I think of you, I think of the scale that I tip every time I pour water out of my overflowing cup You are the…
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2022
what’s in a bouquet
I sent you flowers, just as us in a triptych A dream about lilies, eucalyptus, and pussy willows But this isn’t a romance Like Klimt’s The…
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2022
Wise Winds
Skin tight and salty Brows furl to limit the light This mist, it’s warm, it’s revitalizing My right grip is tight but yielding Tense and taut,…
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2022
One, Five, Twentytwo
First, you pet a pig, and trapped my gaze Not quite a princess but even better a shiksa without risk for incest Then, wide-grinned, you asked…
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2021
Months to a flame
Six months ago I became your friend I wanted to become your lover I became your lover Truths and desires, Fresh coconut milk and constant fires…
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2020
Fate of Refusal
I refuse to accept my fate as a diagnosis. I am not ill, Nor am I seeking a prescription My future is not a prognosis. I…
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2017
Sharp Sardinian
If the nuraghi, sa petza ‘e cuaddu, or white sand calas don’t satiate your thirst for authenticity, find a traditional resòlza maker. The Supramonte villages will direct…
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2017
Your Orchard
About not comparing yourself to others, because they couldn’t wait so they forced everything, their marriages and careers, and are now actually miserable. Because they can’t…
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2016
Romencing Age
The beauty isn’t in her age or experience. It isn’t even in her wisdom, nor the applause of her ancient cobblestone streets that have been polished into…
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2016
Matrimonio
Are you dreaming, too? of every morning we haven’t had yet Your fingers touch as you fall back asleep like the signs toddlers use to ask…
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2015
The Solstice Shave
Once a year when one normally hibernates, lets oneself go wild and hides behind hair, when we wake before the sun and tuck her in at…
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2015
I fucking love tacos
I fucking love tacos. Dripping with fats, chewy and crunchy. Tang that knocks you out with an after-spice, a scary good feeling, like the free-fall tickling…
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2015
On Traveling
The first below-freezing day in Minnesota hit me hard this year. So hard that I went to my garage and started up my bike, threw my…
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2015
On apathy, and Paris, and Minneapolis, and the world
This is not about love or hate. This is not about race, or even public policies. This is about something passive. It’s what most people choose,…
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2015
Dear Molly
Thank you for supporting me Even when you think you’re not See I’m writing all of this for you From the bottom of my heart, right…
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2015
The Five Black Pebbles
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re saying that you three were stripped naked, hands tied behind your back, in a cold-ass room full of cockroaches, and instead of…
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2015
Sloth Island
It was another steamy and stagnant evening when they approached. Millions of them surrounded me, and demanded, in plain English, that I provide them with cooked…
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2015
Ohgie and Friends
Ohgie was born big and full of air Always floating, but without any flare Until one day, a strong wind blew by And made Ohgie fall…
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2015
On empathy
I’m sorry. Those are probably the most difficult words for anyone to utter, if they’re sincere. These words admit wrong-doing, and more importantly, a former lack…
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2015
Just another wave
The ocean is flat, so I asked myself if it was worth waiting. I wait. It’s too early. The sun has barely broken over the water.…
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2013
Five Thot – Short Story
Guest Author Oliver Allen Amir Levi-Krone is running from the predator that is the real world, all the while chasing the delicious feast that is the…
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2012
Cheap in Madrid – Hidden Gems in Madrid
Whether you just arrived in Madrid or have been living here for years, whether you’re a generational Madrileño or an ex-pat, you need to know the…
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2010
La Gallera | The Cockpit
Though dim, the fluorescent lighting stings my eyes after I enter in from the twilight outside. My camera is already in my hand, aperture and shutter…
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2010
What It Takes
Sometimes it takes sunshine Sometimes it takes a good meal Sometimes it takes a beer Sometimes it takes a toke Sometimes it takes a good night's…
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2010
I’ve touched Cuba. I’ve smoked Cuba. Part 3
Nothing is real but the soul. Yes, it has taken me four weeks to write this final piece, and for good reason. Just like my trip,…
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2010
I’ve touched Cuba. I’ve smoked Cuba: Part 2
Land of Ironies. Too bad you can’t export that. I soon noticed that this nation is ironically nothing but an indirect host for the insufferable parasitoid…
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2010
I’ve touched Cuba. I’ve smoked Cuba: Part 1
A mindfuck. It’s been exactly two months since I left the island – a perpetually smoldering cigar, surrounded by tepid waters and demagogic winds attempting to…
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2010
en el malecón
Fire burns on the malecón It ain’t from the rum Or the day’s beating sun, No, she has set And has left us all this night…
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2010
deceitful sunset
To dodge the storms To wave surrender To hide, Behind white lies Dare I say? You'd rather shine! Is this not the reason for your…
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2009
Matador Network – Short Story
“Since the last bus had left and the government-run taxis were stalled, we could either lodge in a seedy gambling establishment, or take our new, remarkably-good-English-speaking Cambodian…
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