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When my North Dakotan friend and I got off the train we decided to take a cab into Greenwich Village. We got into the back of the taxi and gripped the seat as the driver tried to impress us with his erratic driving through Manhattan while asking us questions about where we were from. He…
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I don’t remember the drive to Spokane at all. I remember bits and and pieces of the week between Doug’s death and funeral. I remember being in shock and walking around in a foggy daze. I remember a grandmother asking about my Thanksgiving at story-time. I didn’t know how to answer. She said hers was, “interesting.”…
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I was born in Spokane, WA and that is where my family lives. That is where I lived until I was 20. I had always been unhappy there and I don’t understand why. I remember one day when I was 19, driving to my friend’s house. I was going to a party. I felt dead…
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The breeze sweeps through the window, awakening me. I look through the open blinds and can see the stars. Tonight they are bright and clear. Sleepily, I see the Big Dipper and am reminded of when I was 9 years old and I slept outside on hot summer nights. I would always look for the North Star first…
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I originally posted the finished version of the poem I was working out in the photo above on Flickr. Then I lost my nerve and deleted it. And then I felt weak and stupid for losing my nerve. So I’m posting it here, for your entertainment and enjoyment (or judgment. whatever.). A letter to my…
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