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The mechanic
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The mouse hunt
All so cryptic and cruel. I pulled into the garage to discover the first kill of the non-live mouse traps. A hunter would call it a clean kill as the mouse lay sideways across the trap, broken spine indicating its final moments. Eyes popped from its skull…I sat there holding the trap, mouse installed and…
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Tedium. A recount of my nephew’s first day.
I sit in a desolate waiting room, my father thumbing through some atrociously PG-13 magazine approved by the hospital administration. Law and Order quietly playing in the background and busy nurse chatter emanates from the nurses station. To complete the symphony of sound a coke machine stationed no more than ten feet from my person…
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Caribou Poem
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Brook West impresses another…
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Welcome home, Minnesota
“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, at this time I’d like to begin pre-boarding for flight 422 with service to Minneapolis.” I love hearing that. Minneapolis is my city now and I don’t have to get in and drive two hours south anymore. Muhaha, I thought to myself. Going to see my baby, the city. It…
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Hollywood…Blah!
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Summertime, In the LBC
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Blackberry, crackberry, thumbs, oh my!
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I wear my sunglasses at night…