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Thesis Stress…

…and other good problems.  I don’t think 2016 was even two weeks old when I got the news that my good friend Gregory Toliver had died.  Gregory was another complicated genius I was fortunate enough to know, and with his

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Poet’s Wife at a Poetry Reading

Maroon, hard-ass plastic chairs arranged, in haphazard semi-circle around The Podium, discount chardonnay and store-bought sweets “breathe” on a folding table. I am not a poet I do not speak       in soliloquy, rhyme, metaphor, or simile. I do not speak       in the

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A Day With My Brain

Not an entire day though, just the highlights.  There are arguments to be made that this is a typical day and arguments to be made that it isn’t.  Personally, I’m leaning toward typical. Earlier today I left the house and

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