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    New Confetti

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    Every year they make brand-new confetti. I finally translated Auld Lang Syne. It means, “girl, kiss me, we won’t stay shiny forever.” --December 31, 2017

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    A Dog’s Resolution

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    I swear, next year I’m going to do something about all these sticks. --December 31, 2017

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    Man in the Mirror

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    It’s bright it’s bouncy and taken in context it’s easily the saddest song I’ve ever heard. --December 30, 2017 With reference to Michael Jackson’s “Man in the Mirror”

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    Laudanum

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    You have to admire the delicate chemistry of the brain. Flowers trigger dopamine, they tell me. And, so, we take joy

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    dishwashers

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    dishwashers– I hand Gordon another poem –December 30, 2017

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    Townes

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    When I’m sad and, sadly, doing the wrong things, because the right things aren’t helping, I listen to Townes. Townes knew how

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    She’s True

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    No, absolutely, she is. She certainly exists, but, I can’t speak for the things

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    Just Jacksonville Fog

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    It’s not symbolic, literary, London fog. It’s not Sir Arthur Conan Doyle fog. We’re talking about regular, local, Duval fog. It’s not hounds on the moor fog.

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    The Lovely Etceteras

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    No one can write a song or has hair quite as long as The Lovely Etceteras. The toast of Toronto they sing in Esperanto,

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    Science Fiction

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    Imagine yourself trapped in a gigantic world and forced to write your way out

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    Strange, but True, Football Stories

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    That was my favorite book, as a kid. Strange, but True Football Stories. If I read it once I read it 100 times. Did you know

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    Talk to Your Hands

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    Her ass. Tempting and magnificent. You’ve worked hard to get where you are. Why not work hard to get her permission?

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    Bend Oregon

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    I will, I’m planning to walk all the way there for you. Oregon. It’s quite a ways from here, but, people have made it before.

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    Breaking It Down

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    I’m heart-broken. I’m broken-hearted. My heart is broken. You broke my heart. These are cliches. The more you repeat them the more time passes. --November 28, 2017

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    Old Steps

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    Old steps up the back of the old house. They lead nowhere

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    Washington Square South

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    White squares go amber black squares go brown. The sun in the Fall only crosses the park in golden diagonals.

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    What I Sent

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    I spent an arrow, sent it right at you. I sent an arrow that didn’t know what beauty can bend. --November 17, 2017

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    in the verbena

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    in the verbena where she drops her pink regrets --November 9, 2017

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    in love–

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    in love-- a suitable place to keep the fallen --November 9, 2017

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    Hazme

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    Make me speak Spanish. Not because you do, not because lovers and the moon do. Because you do. --November 7, 2017

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