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Haiku #2

drunk and high watchingLebowski special featuresin my underwear

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Haiku #1

The commuters withtheir extra shoes, reading self-help books on the train

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The State of King

Published today in the Brooklyn Rail.

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Anonymous

On my way home from the subway tonight, a hipster approached me on a bike. A nature hipster. Weather-appropriate wilderness gear, attractive crow’s feet from time spent snowboarding or windsurfing or some such thing. “Hey,” she said, “Is there an AA meeting somewhere around here?” Rather than stop her bike while she waited for my […]

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How does this work?

Among things that I was not thinking about last night when I went to bed were out-of-state weddings other people I know have attended and ineffective raingear I have owned. Instead, I was thinking about procrastination and Rome (Geoff Dyer book I was reading), the effects of slow, loud guitar played backwards over ethereal vocals […]

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New (but Old)

I wrote you something new, but it’s old, so it’s here.

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Zen

The events of the past 24 hours have been rife with life lessons. Observe: Last night Rebecca and I went to hear our favorite band play. When we first came to know this band, we called them The Only Band In the World, not realizing the homage to the Clash we were making in the […]

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What I Did the Day After The Essay I Had Promised to the First Publication to Offer to Print My Words on Actual Paper Was Supposedly Due

…Or, Writer’s Block, College Admissions, Migraine Headaches and The Music Indsutry 1:00 a.m. Give up on the words that are blurring in front of me. Give up on the simple words I’ve tried to read and write to coax myself into reading and writing more complicated ones. Give in to desire for martini that’s been […]

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Bodies

It’s hard being a neurotic ecstatic, because while you are dancing wildly in the shower you are bothered by the faint but nagging fear that you could slip, hit your head on the tile and drown in two inches of water. Persuing a state of ecstasy involves striking a fine balance between abandon and self-preservation. […]

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A Patriot at Gunpoint

My latest Huffington Post, “A Patriot (At Gunpoint)” is here. Comments, as always, are amusing. Some wish to spit in my face. Some wish to take up arms to defend my right to provoke them to spit in my face by writing about their desire to spit in my face or coerce me with arms. […]

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