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Steve Almond
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The Sports Talk Radio Election
Okay, so lots of confusion and grief and gnashing of teeth out there over why my adopted state, Massachusetts, just elected a Republican nudie model to fill the seat once held by Ted Kennedy. I’m gonna try to explain, but…
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #12: Riptide
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Riptide Because we are men of a certain age without visible boundaries or excuses we ignore the yellow flap of caution flags and the lifeguard propped against wet wind
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Katie Roiphe’s Big Cock Block
I’m not sure what feminist nomenclature Katie Roiphe would assign herself, but I can’t fathom why she would choose to “assign primacy” to The Man.
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #11: Michael Jordan Chews Gum
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Michael Jordan Chews Gum Substantially harder than you or me a clamping motion that knots the muscles of his already severely toned presagital ridge and speaks to some higher form…
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #10: Hobo Chant, LaFayette, Louisiana, 1937
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Hobo Chant, LaFayette, Louisiana, 1937 dem coals inside your chest dem coals is hot and white you gotta change your mackacheese if you wanna be ma wife
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #9: How We See the Aged
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) How We See the Aged A woman pulls at the pilled pleat of her seersucker skirt with one hand,
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #8: Owed to Water
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Owed to Water It is said the ocean forgets everything forgets the lash of lightning and the stones it grinds to sand and the planks it swallows without joy or…
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #7: Sartre, You’re Such an Asshole
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Sartre, You’re Such an Asshole You thought your derriere off, no beef there. But your heart: was it missing a valve or something? Why do all your plays end in…
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Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt
The year I met Steve Almond was also the year I picked up (Not That You Asked) and the year I read his gorgeous homage to Kurt Vonnegut, “Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt.”
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #6: The Fruit Standkeeper, Wroclaw
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) The Fruit Standkeeper, Wroclaw His hands are a thing of beauty, long, thick fingers moving in webs grazing apples and onions settling each into the rusted cradle of his scale,…
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #5: Trained
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Trained You will ask why I never tore her down with my famous claws and arrowed jaws why instead I sat about, moewed, and on occasion lept through fire.
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #4: Duck
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Duck They were so young, this couple still new to their stories, looking ahead and not looking, locked into marriage. The problem