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This week, I’m just sharing one poem I’ve been working on. I hope everyone has a pleasant, relaxing Thanksgiving. November Another storm takes aim. Ghost trail of cuts & scrapes, cold basketball courts & the moon, which is a drain clogged dead with leaves, our home. The air
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We’re three days into this week and it’s already a doozy, so today’s installment returns to a format I used briefly in Tuesday Series 2. From a production standpoint, it allows me to do several things at once and still send something, because I don’t need
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For all the righteous ecstasy of watching Trump lose, the relief of a vote that told us a not-exactly-insignificant majority of people in this country seem to prefer decency and capability to abject cruelty and stupidity, Joe Biden’s victory doesn’t really feel like a victory to me. It
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The post originally drafted for this Tuesday was composed of more than 1,500 words on a pair of sneakers I may or may not have ruined carrying garbage from my back patio to the front of my apartment building. While I maintain that it was a good post, the
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Apologies for the lateness of this week’s installment. The World Series threw off my schedule. Congratulations to the fucking Los Angeles Dodgers. About a week ago, I got a notification from the New York Times on my phone that caught my attention. I’ve turned off most superfluous notifications,
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I feel like I should explain: This week’s baseball gif features pitcher Josh Collmenter’s pet hamster, Slider, who served as the Arizona Diamondbacks mascot in 2015. Slider would occasionally roll into postgame interviews, which was adorable. The Rays and Dodgers begin the bizarro 2020 World Series tonight (Dodgers
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The only thing I ever wanted to be was a baseball player. Thankfully, when I was in the third grade, Mrs. Ryan helped us write, edit, illustrate, print, and publish our own stories. Mine was called “Toothman.” It was about a superhero with very strong teeth. I wasn’t a
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My first experience with yoga for runners begins with a smiling young woman in an incredibly bright, but seemingly windowless room of painted white brick. She’s wearing a bright pink tank top, knee-length spandex tights, and a tiny ear-mounted microphone with a flesh-toned windscreen, giving her an air of
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Last year, the Red Sox ended their disappointing season with a walk-off win against the Baltimore Orioles, Mookie Betts racing home as Baltimore’s right fielder hesitated throwing a ball back to the infield. It was a exemplary play for a generational talent, showcasing that extra something that makes him
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One of the tougher things about isolation for me is that for long periods of time, I find that I have nothing to write about. So for my recent absence, you have my apologies. After about a month into the NYC quarantine, I realized just how much the banalities of
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Before I left for vacation last week, I started reading William Faulkner’s novels in order, beginning with Soldier’s Pay, a book about a group of people, brought together by chance, trying to readjust to life in America (Georgia, in particular—this is one of the few Faulkner novels
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In in the immortal words of Rob Thomas: “Man, it is a hot one.” Short entry this week, as I’ve been busy working on a few things, most of which are administrative and uninteresting. I’m still getting back into the swing of respectable running, which is hard when,