To Get a Dog, or Not
Down the stairs of my condominium and across Campus Drive I walk along Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve. In April and May, I canter past… Read More »To Get a Dog, or Not
Down the stairs of my condominium and across Campus Drive I walk along Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve. In April and May, I canter past… Read More »To Get a Dog, or Not
When you’re in the belly of the monster You don’t consider if your lipgloss is sticky Or if your hair spray is crunchy Or how… Read More »The 99% in Crossett, Arkansas
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To My Dead Namesake To the dead Lenore who always appears on the same Google page, an interloper who comes up in search results by… Read More »To My Dead Namesake
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“Where had I been all these years? Instead of reading books, I should’ve been at video arcades perfecting my hand eye coordination and driving vehicles… Read More »Scrabble, Super 7, and the Public Space