Discern

The boy sits in the passenger seat. The belt runs across his neck. The summer sun cascades through the windshield and his window is rolled down. He squints at the words on the page. They shine on the white sheet.
His mother opens the hatchback, and lugs the paper sacks filled with groceries [...]

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A Day in Pictures

This is what happened to me today, March 10th, 2009 as told in aggregated pictures.  Bear with me, this is quite the day, so please read until the end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 
 

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Hindsight

The following is a set of questions, ones that I would often pester my parents with when I was younger. This is how I would have responded to these questions, if asked them today.
I. MONEY
Why do we put money into the bank?
We can’t trust ourselves. And those large multinational corporations need to borrow their resources [...]

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The Question

My father, his mouth, agape, his jaw slack, is just as spry as the day I met him. Which was about a week ago. Over the phone. This is the first time I’ve laid  eyes on him. His head looks like an aged pear, weathered and bruised,and topped with occasional tufts of brown locks, mostly above [...]

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Ladders

I asked our supervisor if Jake and I could climb onto the roof of a building and fix a vent that got damaged during the storm. Our supervisor asked us why. I mentioned that it was on the list. Our supervisor asked where it was. I gave him a letter of the alphabet. Our supervisor [...]

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Chapter Five

I get lost in thought. Sometimes my wind wanders to different places during conversation, that curious child manifesting itself in my mind. I miss crucial points of stories. I don’t listen when someone tells the punchline on a joke. I’ll forget when we were lost in each others eyes. I won’t remember your name; My [...]

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Playing King

I’m having trouble finding where to start.
I find myself late in moments. Dizzy in a hue of spurting stanzas, babbling syllables.
Friends talk about art and community and it makes sense. There is a hook and taste.
No reel or bait.
I pour one more.
Breathe easier, nobody asks any questions anyway.
 
I think about mimicry and copying. I read other peoples [...]

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Chapter Nine

I’m skittish when I pull of the bridge, my feet are sore, and I’ve been driving too long. At first I am dazed, the city is so much bigger than I remember. I swing onto 9th from the Lincoln Tunnel and find my place between these high rises. I am surrounded by glass towers adorned [...]

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Incident Report

You know when you’re at home, or at a friends house, or at a bar in the middle of the afternoon, or anywhere with a TV really, and you lose focus during the onslaught of commercials? Don’t be ashamed, there are worse flaws to have. Don’t feel too bad, don’t beat yourself up at the [...]

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