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Month: May 2013

The Summer Before Me

As a pun, the summer can be counted before me, because a season is always bigger than an individual, perhaps. This summer of 2013 is before me.  It is spring only, of course, and spring and its wind makes my eyes itch, even if I want to be outside, which I do. I loved summer as a child because it was expansive space that had an ending: come September, back to school.  But what of the jobless? To tell myself I am giving myself over to write a new book… Read more The Summer Before Me