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Summer’s End

Whatever the foghorns are the voices of feels terrible tonight, just terrible, and here by the window that looks out on the waters but is blind, I have been sleeping, but I am awake now. In the night I watch … Continue reading

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“A deep blue bowl of perfect days”

I’m still coming down from my Provincetown High. While I was there I discovered the two sweetest words in the English language: Middle Saturday. We raised the bar this year; I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to do just … Continue reading

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“I ride my bike through speeds like flavors”

Possibly the best money I spent in Provincetown was the tip I gave the guy at Arnold’s Bicycle Shop to put a comfort seat on my hybrid. He looked at me askance when I asked (he was totally hungover and … Continue reading

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