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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> I was interviewing for a copywriter position at WorkStress, a minor distributor for retail book giant Barnes & Noble, when this HR interrogation guy asked me, right out of blue, right at the last minute, what had been my favorite subject in school? I thought the interview done. He had even shaken my hand,... Continue Reading →
-1962-thirteen skips. We were playing alongside the monoliths of Stonehenge when I picked up this rock. I thought it was a trilobite. It wasn't. It was just a flat rock. I knocked off the muddy crud that covered it and saw it to be a perfect skipping stone, so I sent it sailing across the... Continue Reading →
Had we more space than now, maybe a small room, or a tiny apartment where we might share our love. Just the two of us. Somewhere near water. Maybe a well from which we could draw to drink, and sometimes bathe, perhaps wash our feet, even clean our clothes. Always to be used with care,... Continue Reading →
I was holding back at our farm in Jaipur because of the monsoons, which was okay. It gave me time for, among other things, closing the books on the summer wheat crop. I had also just finished preparations to export three full shipping containers of garments, borrowed jewelry, and concealed gold jewelry back to the... Continue Reading →
It's all about me! (from the Dog Box #2) I'll make this quick and easy. Quick by leaving out most of the details nobody cares about. Easy by sticking to my earliest writing efforts, after which, who really cares? I wrote my first poem when in grade school. It was a writing assignment. I was... Continue Reading →
Academically Speaking I don't like writing things that aren't from the heart. So, rather than that, I write what I call heartless haikus. Mostly just to pass the time. Like now, while I'm here waiting for you to come to. They are quick, simple, and unlike limericks, they don't even have to rhyme. Hell, they... Continue Reading →
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