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Easter, and the Christians are at it again, raising the dead.
Posted Apr 6, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
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A Christmas Sermon
Posted Dec 25, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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It's been awhile...
...since I've posted any puns. "Are y'all havin' any symptims of depruvation?" Jill asked, concerning withdrawal. Ok. That was bad. Real, real bad. As are the following, unapologetically harebrained Tom Swifties. The Tom Swifty is my pun préféré. Like all... Continue reading
Posted Oct 14, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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The Reading I Can't Attend, But Hope You WILL
Exactly one year ago today, I was in Switzerland on a visit. I stayed with my dear, dear friend Susana Gardner in her home in Wallisellen. We drank, we gossiped, we plotted world poetic domination. I love this lady immensely.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 10, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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Did you hear what happened when the German bath-fixture company purchased the animal rendering plant?
As you can imagine, things went from Bad to Wurst. Continue reading
Posted Jun 21, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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Riga Mortis
When you're dying to visit Latvia. Continue reading
Posted Jun 21, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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Did you hear about the consumptive hollywood starlet?
She was always being typecast as a phlegm-fatale. Continue reading
Posted Jun 17, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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A Bloomsday Note: I visit James Joyce's grave with Craig Arnold (by Jill Alexander Essbaum)
Posted Jun 16, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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My Mom. by Jill Alexander Essbaum
My mother died in 2004 from an excruciatingly rapid progression of Lou Gehrig's disease (symptoms began to manifest in the Spring of 2003; her death occurred in January). It's been six years. The grief isn't fresh, and it's not even... Continue reading
Posted May 9, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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See this (badly focused cell phone) picture?
Posted Nov 8, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
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The Cat Piano [by Jill Alexander Essbaum]
In a city of singing cats, a lonely beat poet falls for a beautiful siren. When a mysterious dark figure emerges, kidnapping the town’s singers for his twisted musical plans, the poet must save his muse and put an end... Continue reading
Posted Oct 14, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
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What the minister counseled the small-bladdered groom before the ceremony:
Leak now, or forever hold your pee! (Groan.) Continue reading
Posted Oct 13, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
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Why did the cumin flatter the turmeric?
To curry flavor with the rice. Ouch. Continue reading
Posted Oct 8, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
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Is it:
I think (there's a fucking razor in this muffin) therefore I am (not going to eat the damn thing)
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More affectionately known as the Cogito Ergo Sumbitch!
This Just In
from The New York Post, April 29, 2008 [by-line Neil Graves]: "A student at [NYU] found three razor blades in a muffin that had been left on a classroom desk. " School officials said a professor had forgotten to remove the pastry, which had been used to illustrate a class on existentialism." Cha...
Shanna-- I will most certainly do that!
Noah-- Oh heavens, you _must_ see him live when you get a chance. You don't happen to live in London, do you? I have a spare ticket for the show next week.
A Broad, Abroad (installment the first)
I am 36 years old, well past the years that one typically dedicates to wrecked and reckless abandon, wanton acts of surliness, and the lure of rock and roll. And yet Saturday afternoon had me tramping around Marseilles's seamiest arrondissement all by my lonesome in order to be the first in the...
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