The Kid followed in the footsteps of his father, who taught him how to play the game. Ken Sr. instructed Junior on the three parts of baseball; defense, hitting, and base running — defense being first. Junior listened to his father, a long time Cincinnati Red, and himself became a pro player at age 17. [...]
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Posted 26 July 2010
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There is a thread that runs through the thumb and each of the four fingers; it holds them all in place. The thread binds all five digits to a checker patterned web. If I were to slip my hand inside, I’d find a place where only my left hand, fits just so. My squeezed fist [...]
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Posted 19 July 2010
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Creation, curved like an egg, opens with gilded golden wings. They call you Khepera. You move close to the earth, eat bits of old. An amulet allowing ascension adorning the deceased with spells written on cool stone: prayers balanced against a feather. You push the sun across the sky and motion the moon to do [...]
Delving deep into iron-red rock, the swell of San Rafael, Bodies become canyon, pebbles, sand, dust. Whispers: primordial language of water. Juniper and sage spice thin air. Scent and sound discordant coexistence with a harsh, gracefully broken land. Persistent sunlight grazes a shear rock face, ghosts twist between crevices and emerge as ancient art carved [...]
Sitting in a corner of the tiny dance studio, I watch her every move, not wanting to miss a thing. I commit it all to memory, not knowing how long I have to view. Taking photos in my mind, I file it all away. Fingers gently resting on the barre, Not too tight, barely [...]
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Posted 19 April 2010
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I really should have worn a different set of shorts. Maybe the white ones with the swoosh down by the left knee. These three-striped black and red ones are so much heavier; what was I thinking when I bought extra large? My feet are pounding away on the pavement out in front of my apartment, [...]
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Posted 18 April 2010
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