Category: Humor
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Finding things lost
I no longer trust myself having searched all morning for the missing piece in our endless jigsaw and come up empty-handed – then to find it with a quick glance as I poured more coffee. You ask where I left my heart – out on the porch after dinner or somewhere on the lake bluff?…
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An exercise
Stones are easy to stack when they have been split and sanded. The challenge is to balance uneven ones, those shaped by nature’s peculiar whims, or those left to their own devices — like feral children bent on revolt, intent on upsetting our day’s order. They insist that the stacker sit down to watch how…
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How to live in a dorm
Label everything. Your scent will not do. Your good grades will not do. Use only indelible ink. Label it with your name and a time stamp saying when you will be back and expect it to be there waiting. This goes for shoes, of course, as well as books, desks, kitchen supplies, shampoo, underwear, beds,…
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It comes down to potatoes
It is as I come down this morning and remember having tried to put away five pounds of Idaho potatoes the other night to find you had stashed twenty pounds of sweet potatoes where I store potatoes and onions even though we never eat them and then having left my potatoes out because there was…
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Brown Elephant
where we deposit all sins of excess, failed solutions, self-lies to find their next hatching. You absorb each one without judgment, our grandmother buddha, tenderly ignoring the endless missteps worked by this scrum of larkers. We spin on, sneak your cookies, refuse to sit still. Through it all, you maintain your meditative hour, at the…
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1108, college edition
The Bustle in his Bedroom The Weekend after Drop-off Is loneliest of industries Enacted by the Mother — The Sweeping up of Bookshelves And putting Clothes away We shall not see used again Until Thanksgiving (nay! Christmas) — —————————————— One thousand pardons to Miss Dickinson, and to readers who are a little tired of my…
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