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Big Ships Like Us

Nighttime, the third of November and I haven’t written a word in 46 days.  I have only recently rejoined the ship after a month off in which I had intended to work on my writing and hammer it into some kind of saleable form.  I...

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An Easter Tale/The God Spot/On Nick Cave

“For the beautiful is nothing other than the onset Of what is terrifying. “ Rilke I was eight years old when I killed the family dog on a warm Good Friday in early April.   The night before I’d lain in bed and said prayers in my...

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Portrait of the Sailor as an Aging Man

Home on leave,for the fourth such time this year,and the sailor says to a friend that he sees the city,his life in fact,in time-lapse. He has arrivedto the fragrant swellof a leonine Indian Summer,and it is the seasons of course, that are the most obvious darlings of...

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The Downtown Skateboarder Ascends

for Natas Kaupas I am old now, and my bones crack like burning woodwhen I sit or stand.But shit, I can recalla time when I was youngand God was a blondeCalifornian and half the age of what I am now.How me and my friendsstudied those...

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Traveling On

Drummond Island, Michigan, 11km’s In the past few days, as though a switch has been flicked, winter has come to these upper Great Lakes. Overnight the complexion of the sea seemed to change, its pallor darkening by several shades to an ominous inky blue and the sky...

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