Sometimes you feel so small, and like you love all the wrong people.† But you love them and shouldn’t that be enough?† why isn’t it enough?† you feel so small sometimes.
When i was small i could love anyone i wanted.† I remember that.† I remember her, walking into the room after a week of being [...]

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Sometimes I think that I am a hundred years old.† My myriad girlfriends with their retro curl-flipped hair have each come to their end in a nursing home or hospital, and I have remained, wrinkly and ancient, full of the institutional memory of a small nation.† I can tell you about what it was like [...]

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I am having trouble getting myself up in the mornings.† Nothing is driving motion in the Newtonian physics of my life.† Everything is still, quiet, and dark.
When I do get up, when I am up, I feel closed as a fist, clenched in preparation for a blow, all tightness and self-defense.† Every muscle, every inch [...]

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Brain cells of a laboratory mouse glowing with multicolor fluorescent proteins.
Infinite, and infinitely fascinating.

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The cold of fall has been sneaking into the days, tugging along a trail of falls past.† They clang and crash into each other as I walk into the crisp of morning, pulling everything backwards.† Seamus Heaney in a church on the upper west side recalls Seamus Heaney in a church in Cambridge, Massachusetts; this [...]

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At eleven o’clock the new recruits arrive on the M15 bus and make their way to the designated meeting spot behind Katz Delicatessen, where Mitch comes to meet them with his sluggish dog and his cart of rubbish. Mitch is a short African man with a bristly voice and small dark eyes that will [...]

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Around 11am he got stuck. The sentences had been coming in good order ó he had worked steadily for over two hours ó but now he could not seem to get to the end of the paragraph.† A fog had descended on his mind and he found that while attempting to feel his way forward [...]

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Sometimes you catch your reflection in a storefront or an incidental mirror and you wonder how it all happened.† Your life seems like a nonsequetur.† Your body has existed for more than 4 decades, and it is still yours.† It is the one thing you truly own.† You are more tired more of the time [...]

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