Garbage of the Day

As satisfying as it seems to get a bunch of junk out of the closet it seems the pile of garbage never recedes. Today I piled up another heap of useless electronics. A virtual reality headset none could ever use again. A no-name...

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Triggers

A former friend and I had to part ways over a disagreement over triggers. Alcohol triggers. The conflict revolved around LinkNYC, and how the CityBridge consortium behind it deliberately chose to ignore a city mandate banning...

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Stream This

Got into a long-and-drawn-out exchange with someone last week. The discussion concerned webcams,...

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Day 2. Or Still Day 1?

Got through it OK, wanting a beer but not doing it. I managed to stock up on beer and vodka the day before making this decision to lay off. Is it possible 1:35pm, Thursday, September 16, 2021, was really my last ingestion of...

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I Think I Can Do It

I can stay sober. I can be my old self again, whatever that was. I guess my “old self” had more ability to concentrate on work and getting things accomplished. I can do that now but the sprawl of what I could or...

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1:35pm Today, September 16, 2021

I knew a woman whose blog’s tagline was “Today is the day. I know I say that every day but really, today is the day!” I’ve been saying it every day for longer than I can remember. Sometimes I ask it as a...

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No Sooner

No sooner do I consider tearing this place down — this website, that is, not this physical roof over my head — I find myself distraught and vulnerable upon discovering something amiss with its innards. A database...

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Another Day

Yesterday was not intended to be one for an epic 10+ mile long walk, but that is what it turned out to be. I had planned to make a quick there-and-back to Forest Hills to hear the carillon at the Queen of Martyrs church on...

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Woke Up Feeling Alright

Slept well. Had some wicked dreams, too bad I can’t remember much about them. One passage involved an ex-girlfriend berating me for wearing a hat that she felt did not communicate proper sartorial etiquette. It...

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Batter Up

This mind is like a batting cage. Words from across my life, words of mine, words of others, come at me. I deflect them. I try, at least. Names of important lovers seem to come in hardest, fastest. Facial tics of my mother, the...

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iSpy On Myself

I’ve tried countless webcam and surveillance softwares. This one was called iSpy, an open...

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For The Boy

Sitting on an expensive chair, bare feet not touching the floor, feeling like the little boy I am and always will be, even after I’m gone. There will be no man gone. Only The Boy. That is what my mother called me....

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“Games Women Play” (1970) (Sanitized)

A long time ago, an a Usenet far, far away, I downloaded a shit-ton of porn from the so-called “golden age” of the 1970s and 1980s. One of them turned out to be Games Women Play, a 1970 film which includes an...

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Ceiling Fan and Windows

Like the woman I am seeing now she did not want me taking pictures of her. Worse would have been pictures of us together. I played by the rules because I wanted her to be my rule, for us to be each other’s rule. So this is...

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No Singletons at The Vessel

A new rule at The Vessel, the shawarma-like monstrosity at Hudson Yards, is simple: No singletons allowed. Analysis of a string of suicides that occurred at The Vessel revealed one common trait. All those who jumped arrived at...

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Missing

Temptations guide me toward thinking we had something. Did I let the real thing get away? Did we have some magic that kept me engaged? Have I erased from memory our mutual conclusions that a long and lasting future together...

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Today’s Good Deed

I found someone’s New York State drivers license about a ½ hour ago, sitting in plain sight on a sidewalk outside a house. Someone emerged from the house. I held up the license and asked if it was his, or that of anyone he...

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Walked the Walk. Wasted the Way.

I walked the complete length of Queens Boulevard, from where it begins (or ends, depending on your outlook) at… where does it begin, anyway? I looked to Google maps for clarity but, as so often happens with that resource,...

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Poem For A Twenty Dollar Bill

She said cinnamon knocked on your door all through the night, unable to listen for your visitor. You never answered, we think because crimes of seclusion will reckon your ability to mimic the billiard balls you so enjoyed...

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Found This Old Mendelssohn Recording

Cleaning up the desktop, all kinds of rubble sitting in front of me all this time. Not a masterful performance but it’s not a piece that benefits from mastery. Or is it? I don’t even know.

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Poem For An Open Window

She could not remember punch lines after setups went awry. Dollar bills crumpled with newsprint and saliva interconnected by non-functioning incubators. Slammed between Atlantic Avenue and an unknown cliff my steepness...

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From the Sky

Startling moment earlier today. Writing it up now before I forget it ever happened. 10am. Ambling along on my first of what would be four daily constitutionals. Wide sidewalk. Overcast skies. No concerns. An object lands on the...

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Sit Still

I woke up thinking I should spend this day writing. Typing. Stringing words together in effluvious wellsprings of vapid array. Looking out the window I see a young woman walking her dog. Another person of (from this distance)...

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Found Somebody’s iPhone

A few weeks ago I spotted an odd-looking shiny object on a sidewalk on 28th Street, by the basketball courts at the Dutch Kills Playgrounds just north of 36th Avenue. It was an iPhone, but the way it had landed on the sidewalk,...

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Tower Records

Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2012 17:40:27 -0500 (EST) From: mark thomas To: *** Subject: Re: [Contact] hi, *** Oh, yeah, I think I remember TO. He was the drummer? The problem I had with re-connecting with the Tower folks is that I never...

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June 24, 2009

Wednesday, June 24, 2009 12:02:52 PM I should think this is funny but I do not. I was just thinking this AM how nice it is that I can turn this PC off and turn it on again in the morning without having to wait 25 minutes for it...

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New york

Almost felt like New York today. Against the 80 quadrillion chance against whatever odds i crossed paths with a payphone artist. We made plans for Wednesday.  Rando connected 

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July, 2009.

She crawled into bed with me, naked, refusing to let me kiss or touch her, calling me a creep for having these thoughts. She left bed and went to the kitchen. I followed her standing but not fully exited from the bed, as if the...

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We Had Mutual Friends. I Cannot Remember Who.

Took me way longer than it should have to remember who this archived text message was from. “Thx again for a nice time:). Maybe when we are less under influence, we can continue working on some music together. That was...

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