WINTER RETURNS FROM VACATION
March 7, 2016
A VERY MILD, ALMOST PLEASANT, CURSE
March 6, 2016
May all the serpents of the Nile encroach upon your dignity.
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THE MAN WHO GAVE NO OFFENSE
March 5, 2016
The man who gave no offense rarely emerged from his hiding place for fear he might somehow upset a random stranger met on the street. With this thought foremost in his mind, he set forth only when in direst need between 2 and 3 in the morning to visit refuse bins in search of edible crusts. Darting from shadow to shadow, one night he approached a reliable garbage source in the alley behind a pizza parlor. Lifting the lid, he disturbed a vagrant folded comfortably in the bin and drinking from a liquor bottle.
‘Sorry!’ shrieked the man who gave no offense.
Tears erupted and streaked down his cheeks after he slammed the lid back into place and raced home to his burrow. He quivered there all through the night and well into the morning. Then he ceased quivering. In fact, not only did he cease quivering, he ceased breathing, too. He meant no offense, and none was taken.
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THE ALAN LADD KWIZ ANSWER
March 4, 2016
Framed and displayed on the wall by the piano was Ladd’s beloved map of Glendale autographed by Nita Naldi.
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THE ALAN LADD KWIZ
March 3, 2016
Alan Ladd’s favorite thing was:
a. the Sunkist orange crate he always hauled with him to stand on when he had to appear taller than his leading lady.
b. skittering up the walls of buildings like a human fly.
c. a cracked blue cereal bowl.
d. a map of Glendale autographed by silent film star Nita Naldi.
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RECIPES NOT SAMPLED
March 2, 2016
Eel Skins With Onions
Halibut Chunks With Dredged Paste
Gristle In Aspic
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THE HANDS OF ALVIN PEPLOW
March 1, 2016
The hands of Alvin Peplow, perceiving that Peplow slept, uncoupled themselves from his wrists, as was their nightly custom, and exited the bed chamber. They spidered sideways down the hall in a state of hurrying glee. In a trice they had opened the front door and scuttled down the steps into the abandoned late night London street. Without a moment’s hesitation, they sped to the nearest alley and took a stance on top of a dustbin. Then they waited for an unsuspecting soul to pass by. Soon they heard the singular approach of stumbling mutterer. Fingers tensing into a crouch ready for a leap, the hands quivered. The tipsy gentleman appeared. The hands leapt for his throat and began remorselessly tickling him. The man fell in a fit of laughter, and the hands ran off home. They reattached to Peplow’s wrists and experienced yet again a sublime contentment.
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THE ESSEX TRAGEDY LIMERICK
February 28, 2016
A Nantucket whaling ship met
a whale mighty angry, you bet,
setting in motion
upon the vast ocean
a nightmare no one could forget
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THE TAME BUFFALO POEM
February 27, 2016
tame buffalo
wallow well, my own, my true
snort
the fingers of the land
pry at the heart
mist
sorrow
strangled chimes
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