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Toll Bridge
I think you might have dropped this here. I think you might have left these things behind, stuck to the bottom of your shoe and fallen off, or caught on a tiny piece of lint inside your pocket, and let go when you took a dollar out to pay the toll. I think you might…
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An Interview with Ween’s Claude Coleman, Jr.
A few weeks ago, I packed up my husbands mobile recording apparatus and headed over to Claude Coleman, Jr.’s place to catch up with him about all the things going on in his musical world these days. Since the tragic demise of Ween in 2012, Claude has stayed busy, moving to Asheville from his home…
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Pat Robertson on Anal Sex: Christians Will Like It
Robertson claimed that “You’re gonna say that you like anal sex…”
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Flags, Fags, and Gun Control: Notes from the Histrionic States of America
When I was about 14, I decided that everything my mother did was designed with one purpose: to ruin my life. Liver for dinner? She was trying to either poison me or starve me to death. No talking on the phone until after my homework was done? She was obviously trying to destroy my social…
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Movin’ to the Country
This is our first summer in our new place in the country, and it’s even more beautiful than I expected it to be. I love the quiet of it, the wildlife, the way the storms play pinball off the mountains with the thunder, the way every walk down the driveway shows me something new. I…
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Paper Doll Nightmare
Such a lonely boy, sitting in the corner pulling off the heads from all your little dolls twisting up their limbs like rubber bands, angry that you never had the strength you need to break them Poking holes in fragile skin, stabbing orifices raw They are headless spewing bile from their bitter brains Even bruised,…
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Lucky.
He brings me books: A biography of Elvis Costello; a notebook from 1932, filled with careful script: a schoolgirl’s notes on history; Tom Perotta and the like. He sings to me when I can’t sleep, tells me stories about bars and hidden tables talks me safely toward the morning, through the dark. He sits across…
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Sunshiney Things
It’s been one of those days that leaves me stuck for words, tangled up in wishing for a little break from all the sad things going on. So here, again, are some recent photos of sunshiney things and clouds and bugs and other such things that make me slow down and remember that things can…
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Blackberry Winter
Blackberry winter, they call it riding in on the backs of the long, hot days of early summer creeping up your arms and legs like ticks to suck the life from you and the breeze is a violent embrace, and the moon is pale and thin and the light from the stars is always an…
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April Fox 