A twenty
I found a twenty on the floor and picked it up. If it had been a hundred I would have tried to find its owner. I didn't think about how I'd do that, because it wasn't a hundred, it was a twenty. A twenty
I found a twenty on the floor and picked it up. If it had been a hundred I would have tried to find its owner. I didn't think about how I'd do that, because it wasn't a hundred, it was a twenty. A twenty
A bike industry veteran once told me that historically, mom-and-pop shops had the best credit, because the "mom" always had stamps on her person. She could mail checks to vendors in a timely fashion. I do carry stamps on my person, or nearly s0 – they are in the
This is just to say
We’ve been out in Jersey for a year now. Our first mowing season is behind us, we’ve entered our second leaf-blowing season. By ours, I mean: around us. We did mow a few times this summer, with a relatively quiet electric mower, but we haven’t tried to
On a cold February night
We have it in Jersey, too.
Prose with line breaks
A man in a diner
“The exchange of ideas is everything.”
There’s a line at the local post office on Friday morning. “Everyone comes here,” says S., “cuz it’s a little one, they think they’ll be in and out.” She tells a man with a dozen packages: “Leave them with me, come back later, and I’ll have
Six chairs and a table.
and two eggs, please.
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and bird's milk
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Somewhere between Bryant Park and Broadway-Lafayette
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The ants contest the emptiness
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Every week I think — I’ll skip this week.
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She was the kind of girl
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Six days ago, on our way up to Quebec
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(And a reading in August and another in September!)
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A fortnight in India
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As they might say in DERRY GIRLS
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Slow, writer