January 2012
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My sister has a very accurate, if often baffling, memory. She emailed me today this link, saying “I remember vividly sitting on the subway with you as you read this, back in the balmy summer of 2001.” It is true, it was balmy, and we were taking the train to Coney Island. Though why I was reading the Daily News is a question lost to time.
Regardless, In the Annals of Headline Poetry,...
December 2011
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There is no way to not sound braggy about this but that short piece that ran on Metazen has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and I’m a bit stunned and humbled (stumbled?) so there you go.
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November 2011
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October 2011
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All Apologies by Mike Dressel →
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September 2011
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While I was away I received this desperate electronic missive from my sister:
Do you remember a book you gave me to read in high school – it was sort of like “My So-Called Life” with a heroine who started dressing from thrift stores and making new friends, smoking pot, etc, in the 1990s? She loses her virginity in a sleeping bag at a lake or something. It may have been written by a dude…? ...
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August 2011
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The weird thing about getting together with dear, longtime friends before leaving town for six months is that the gathering can have the tenor of both a party a funeral. There was a moment in the back section of the BBQ restaurant this evening when voices were merrily raised as people were talking across the table and I experienced a split second of serene displacement, like if it were a movie the...
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I was on a train downtown to my friend’s bar Upstate when I was sideswiped by one of those periodic, grim thoughts that tend to surface when psychic defenses are low, as mine have been lately, and I was on the verge of a serious ugly cry when the young lady across from me, with her ankle tattoo and copper bracelet, caught my eye. It’s okay she whispered. I glanced to the opposite end...
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You are planning to watch the miniseries “The Hour” on BBC America, yes? You probably should. (The first episode was offered up for free on iTunes and so I had to indulge.) The news media! Corruption, murrrrderrrr, etc. It almost felt weird that it is a period piece, and not, you know, presented as straight ripped from the headlines L&O style, given the current climate. And yes,...
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Phantom Friend Syndrome
Sometime during college we diagnosed a condition we named Phantom Friend Syndrome. It is (likely) relevant to mention this was first experienced when some permutation of our extended clique was on psychedelics. It was the panicky moment of being less a thing, like in the way one might—being high—constantly check one’s pockets for a set of house keys, or a wallet, or whatever....
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July 2011
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There are times you’re politely listening to a person ramble on about the cosmos and interconnectivity and it’s really clicking but you’re still not sure if they’re a Bodhisattva or just super duper high.
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