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>A Retrospection
> Jimmy was the guy in charge. Whenever he alluded to the luck of the draw or the devil’s cares, he smiled to reveal a gap where his front left incisor once had been. His skin was naturally orange....
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>Color Theory, By Daniel Adler
> He looked like a turtle. Through the square framed glasses that rested on his chubby cheeks, he blinked slowly. His wide body and enormous back resembled a shell. And his favorite color was...
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>Help: A Post Postmodern Dilemma
> Bernini’s “Apollo and Daphne“ Dear Gorgeous, So far this has been my blog. I’m totally willing to publish anything you guys think is relevant. I mean, it is an internet warehouse after all, it’s...
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>The Deviant
> You lay coddled in her arms and she in yours. And when she tilted her chin back to expose her neck there it was, curled comfortable under her chin hanging a breeze-space below: a black hair. Half...
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Classic Literature on Friday Night
It feels good to consolidate. There is a lot to do in the spring because it is the time to sow, so that in the fall I can reap. I am reading new additions to classic literature: Ham On Rye finally and...
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Sundays in Post Postmodernism
Sunday, and people play cards in the street, chairs arranged in circles. Laugh and smile, wipe their foreheads. At restaurants carafes of water sit and crowds wear sunglasses. There are hour long...
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Daniel Adler Sings the Blues
The blues are wet. Soaked in muddy river, cry and moan, hurrying and loving, wait and cry, ride. Wanna tell somebody, know they’re listening right, take my baby out for cherry sodas on a breezy...
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What Would Rilke Do?
This is another metamodern passage from my forthcoming novel, Hot Love on the Wing. Criticism is appreciated. My words come drifting back to me in empty shades of mediocrity. What was I thinking? I...
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Feast Heartily at the Table of Love
“She could feast heartily at the table of love without reflecting that some other had already been, or hereafter might be, feasted with the same repast.” – Tom Jones, 420 Monday during class Daphne and...
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A Post Postmodern Italy
We rented a car and stocked up at the supermercado with formaggi and tomatoes and salami and olives and cold and hot salads and sat in the small Euro car traffic. We drove past Carrarra marble fields...
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