Month: May 2015
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Please Bother Me: On Asking Questions at the Library
“Sorry to bother you…” I’ve heard patrons say this to me or other librarians at the information desk so many times. And every time, I want to respond: “That’s what we’re here for!” Maybe we at the desk were talking to each other, or typing on the computer, or reading a trade journal, or even…
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What sends the human heart dreaming?
A poem ⁂ A girl, little with frizzy hair, asked sweetly,Did he have to put a knife in his heart?Her mother said no,and that was all. A woman, grown,hobbled on one crutch to the swing setand cast her crutch to the ground.She sat on one of the swings and started to and fro,free from it…
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Postmortem No Aware
Only recently did a cruel reality suddenly appear before me: that after I die I’ll miss out on so many books and movies and albums. Leave alone everything that will be released after I die; I dare not ponder what greatness I’ll be missing, as it can’t be helped. There are just too many good…
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Burned
When you’re parched and dehydrated and take that first drink of cool water, you can feel it slide down your sandpapered throat like a tingling balm to soothe your thirst. That’s what it felt like to listen to Anathallo’s “All the First Pages” yesterday, a relatively bad day. Fate got fidgety, wanted to spice things up, so…
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No Quarter
The bedroom was barren save some power tools, drywall sheets, and a step stool waiting for the work to begin again. I was home for Easter and my parents were renovating the basement and the basement room I’d called mine when I lived at home. The Cave I called it: in the basement and away from…