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April is poetry month! That’s right, you sons of bitches, it’s a veritable cornucopia of mimesis, apostrophe, enjambment and scansion! Do you know the difference between synechdoche and metonomy? Well I do, dammit, and this month, you’re gonna hear about it! Instead of regular Tuesday posts, I’
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After 350 miles, the foam in my Brooks Hyperion Tempo sneakers (blue, above) has become condensed to the point that I can feel dead spots and irregularities when my feet hit the ground. This weekend, I ran for the first time in my new pair of Brooks Hyperion Tempo sneakers
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When it was finally announced that Joe Biden won the presidential election on an unseasonably warm Saturday last November, my girlfriend and I rode our bikes to Prospect Park, where we met a couple of friends. We sat in a small field on the park’s east side, sipping from
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A few years ago, I deleted all of my social media accounts. I wasn’t all that active of a user, and it’s never seemed important enough to articulate why I did it. The companies are evil, and it was something that mostly just made me hate myself. After
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The third installment in an occasional series of brief recommendations. After my grandfather died this past spring, my aunt sent me a small box that included “a few of his favorites,” as a note explained. Inside, she packed was a couple of bookmarks of impressionist paintings that he liked1, a
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The second installment in an occasional series of brief recommendations. I don’t have much in the way of new writing yet, so here are four things I read and liked that I’ll share instead: This essay by Kelsey McKinney about cherries, sadness, and finding things to look forward
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[To make up for missed weeks, please accept this first installment in what I intend to be an ongoing and occasional series of brief recommendations.] I’ve been a pen guy my whole adult life, and a particular pen guy at that. The Muji 0.38 gauge black gel roller
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I’ve been exhausted for the last couple of weeks. I had a pretty good schedule going for awhile: up at 6 am, do some kind of exercise, shower/coffee, work, etc., in bed by 10 pm. But for the past 14 days or so, that’s all gone to
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I had a whole thing, coming out of the holidays, a lot of notes, but I figure I’ll put it off for a week or so and collect myself a bit, as I assume most everyone is doing. Sometimes when it comes up that I read and write poetry,
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Elle Magazine recently published an essay about journalist Christie Smythe’s romantic relationship with known medicine criminal Martin Shkreli. I read two or three paragraphs of the piece, which seemed perfectly well-written, before closing it and reading something about Fernando Rodney, who is 43 and currently pitching in the Dominican
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A couple months ago, I set a goal of running 219 miles—the distance between the Boston Marathon finish line and my apartment in Brooklyn—by Christmas. As of this writing, I’ve run 205 miles, and it looks like I’ll finish in a few days. It’s sort
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Something I’ve been seeing in, or perhaps projecting onto the books I’m currently reading, is a desire for a different perspective. As we approach a year of relative solitude, a year in which the lion’s share of our time was spent in one place, seeing things from