I found a fish that looks like Nixon. Holy crap, it’s December 31st. Reflecting on the past twelve months seems a little arbitrary, but I’ll give it a try. It’s difficult, reflecting in a way that’s authentic. Usually, authenticity is spirited away by such phrases as “it’s been a helluva year,” or “Listing tragedies. With Periods. Even though they don’t affect me. 2016. Dramatic use of periods. Bring it on, 2017, I’m courageous and beautiful.” That was 2016, when all the stars fell from the sky. 2017? Unfortunately, I’ll have to use periods here and there to describe this past […]

2017. A Fish That Looks Like Nixon. A Midwestern Polar ...

A comforting life along the shore Not dull at all Just enough novelty to feel fresh and alive There’s a butcher eyeing a prime cut of beef As if a deeper metallic value hides within An accountant is honest on his taxes And orders the swordfish Only to send it back and ask for the oatmeal A woman walks by An entourage in tow She gestures with a quick hand And the rough looking crew gets to work The lights turn off Gasps and whispers But the restaurant is just changing hands “I’m sorry sir, we don’t carry the oatmeal […]

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