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~{}~ when words have lost their meaning remaining shells with nothing more their letters with no goal, just tired, pale and leaning against the doorpost like some old forgotten whore then poetry is dead and gone and language lost its purpose all together nothing to revive it can be done no words are saved, no single useful letter no meaning to the sentences is real if you...

If you’ve ever read, “Me Talk Pretty One Day,” firstly, you’re a David Sedaris fan and secondly, you guffaw at the thought of what we might think we’re saying to someone versus what they are hearing. Sometimes those are chasms far, wide and deep. I’ve always fancied myself prtty, prtty, prtty amazing at speaking the Italian language. I studied it for six years, so I should be....

I’ve been working for three whole weeks in a real job at a real corporation. For the first time in my life, I am wearing a badge and struggling to arrive on time, an ability that eludes anyone raised on an island. I have been spending my days parked in a cubicle, listening to the chatter around me and trying not to be a nuisance. Cubicles are in short supply, and I’ve become something of a...