O, America, a horse like us would have been glue by now.
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Category: Nonfiction
How I loved sitting on a barstool listening to James choose his words to perfection and pronounce them in a way that was subtle and glowing, as if they were wrapped in beautiful paper.
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Perhaps they found another way. Perhaps they could stop. Perhaps they just go to church. What I wouldn’t give to possess their simple freedoms. (nonfiction)
There is a small Italian restaurant two blocks from my house in Inner N.E. Portland. It’s been there for decades.
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You spend the winter telling me it’s almost summer.
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We don’t know names, on our street.
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“Chicago has nothing to be ashamed of in comparison with New York.” (nonfiction)
I loved her. But I never, ever felt close to her. The few times I tried to speak honestly to her as I struggled to understand how I’d come to see the world as I did, she was so hurt that it would have been cruel to persist.
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In the city that some used to call the Seattle of Italy, nowadays you can only overdose on poetry.
(nonfiction)
“What have they been feeding you in here?” I ask.
“A bunch of bullshit!”
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