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Chris
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Thanksgiving 2022
A poem composed for the great American parading holiday, with a delightfully the misheard subtitle: Salmonella on the Pillow
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Election Day with the Antichrist
Antichrist, we hardly knew you. We thought we did. What silly kids we were. In the 80s, the Antichrist was one guy who we heard tell was soon to “walk the Earth.” Metalhead kids everywhere used the concepts of Satan and the Antichrist to taunt their parents. It was harmless fantasy. Most of the people…
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Most of us are sad
I have tried to write this piece on many occasions. It has been difficult to get the words to come. Just when I think I’ve captured it, something else occurs to me. What follows is where I must leave it. About a month ago, I had the most peculiar feeling as we went about our…
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The Chess King
In the summer of 1982, I was eleven years old. For one day, I garnered the unofficial title of Chess King. No one called me that, and it wasn’t even that I was unseated after that day. It just ceased to be relevant, as many things are wont to do amid the breakneck pace kept…
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Try to make the knot unwind
I kept a blog for years. It had hundreds of entries. I thought this mile-high stack of personal essays was a desirable thing for some reason. Strangely, at some point I felt that it was time to retire the thing entirely. There was something about a veritable play-by-play of my psycho-emotional development laid bare that…