All of A Hundred

Thursday, July 1, 2010

We've Moved

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Hello dear readers! We've got some exciting news! Thank you for reading and we hope you've enjoyed our wit, drama, poetry, prose, re...
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Cakes

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Cakes are pretty weird. We sculpt eggs-flour-whatever into a symbol that bears some connection to whatever the cake is a tribute to: an eagl...

The Drama Of History

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Up in the historical society, one of the docents started telling me about how he had translated one of Camus’ plays. He was a ...
Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Untitled Poems

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River get on outta here Go on, shoo River stop walking into my room No, go Go on River Search for me In the school of hard-boiled eggs In ...
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Steganography

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Hi Professor, Don't know if you remember me, but I took a computer science class with you in the fall. For the summer I'm interning ...
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The Wiggle

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In the city of hills, you’ve gotta be smart on your bike if you want to arrive at your destination less than exhausted and dripping with swe...
Sunday, June 27, 2010

Leaving Paris

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After a hectic move-out, in which I left the Fondation Des Etats Unis at 8:00am but due to traffic and a fussy, rich old woman f...
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Kitchen

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I'm back in my kitchen. It feels like home. The spatula dotted with green Christmas trees and red stars feels right in my hand, and as I...
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Over And Away She Goes

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Over and away she goes Falling head over toes over nose Giving up hope that anybody might know The slow Cadillac lights Fading out into th...

No One Can See Me

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I think that the driver sees me, so I step down into the street. Halfway across the crosswalk, I notice he isn’t slowin...

Beyond The Window Frames

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What wonders await beyond the window frames? Yesterday the first day I looked out and saw The streets full of flashes of cars Th...

The Poet's Ecstasy

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And the trees they stood so strong! And the mountains beyond! The jagged mountains they stood so powerful. The landscape swept me up and h...

The Man Who Tried To See At Night

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“For attempting to make daylight at night, you are guilty. Your punishment: to be lashed to the sun for twenty-seven ...
Friday, June 25, 2010

Paris, in English, but With French Turns of Phrase.

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And with a jolt, the beginning of the end began. The train docked and we disembarked. It was absolutely necessary to find first a toilet and...
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Too Many Books

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You know that pile of books you have? The ones you haven’t gotten around to reading yet? Breathe deep, don’t get defensive; we all have that...
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My Bike Ride to Work

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Past the fastfood joints and the 24 hour fitness spots. Past the discount stores where you can buy an outfit for $4 and the coffee shops whe...
Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Our Apartment

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Sweet home (849A) Alabama. Everything checks out- the place is dope. The outside is orange and funky. The inside is clean and bright. There’...

America

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Back home in America. Where a coffee’s a coffee, money looks like money, waiters act like waiters, on-time is on-time, big cities have tall ...
Sunday, June 20, 2010

Curio

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Every day Curio saw squirrels run up and down the ragged trunks of the forest. Where do they live? he wondered. On a ...
Saturday, June 19, 2010

Dream At The Office

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He dreamed of hands calloused, back aching. The broilers and fences to be repaired. In here, a plastic ramp propped up...
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