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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
By Tina D. LopezExclusive • 2 months ago
why don’t you try writing something else
I wrote an amazing poem, it was about how spiders build, create, manifest, and weave magic into reality. All that power all that precious precision, diligence, patience, passion… all in silence, the poem is going to be called “set ablaze to the Web” to signify the completion and performance of all the hard work and efforts that'd gone into spinning what has been spun, a spectacular spectacle, the sight of a burning web.
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Ah, the irony of flying at this moment in time as the United States is simultaneously bombing Iran - the nation officials have insisted for decades is "The World's Greatest Terror Regime" - while the TSA is on a go-slow, courtesy of a funding squeeze that's left its officers unpaid, quitting in droves, and turning checkpoints into something like slow-moving bread lines.
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