Category: Yo Ivanhoe
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Limbo, Limbo, Limbo
Question: How low can you go? Additional question: When was the last time a Major League baseball team played so many games that so closely resembled World Cup soccer matches? Another question: Who wants to weigh in on this team’s chances of finishing above .500? One final question: What the hell? And, further food for…
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Scenes From A Marriage
I apologize for the mess, Reverend, but I wasn’t expecting company. Things have gone to hell around here since Delmar moved into that old pop-up camper out back –says he got tired of captivity, as if that filthy camper he bought on eBay is anything but an even smaller cage. That’s the thing about Delmar,…
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The Detonation Of A Mediocre Man
I’ll tell you exactly what I saw: they had the mediocre man trussed in a wheelbarrow and they rolled him out into the middle of the street and blew him up. He was round, agitated, and full of guts, and he babbled nervously right up until the moment when they set off the detonator. I…
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Say What?
Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind… –Samuel Beckett Since I have almost nothing else to tell you right now, I’ll tell you who I both feel sorry for and envy at the…
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An Appalling Group Hug, A Poem, And Two Love Letters To My Dogs
I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that had treasure in it. I realize now that I must give all that I have to possess…
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Come Sunday
One Sunday near the end of his days the old preacher stood up before his dwindled congregation, and as had been the case so often in recent years he circled and paced in his mind for the familiar words that were still permanently lodged there from long repetition and which were now accessible to him…