This; And also that

I’ve been writing poems for a few years now, but it was just in the last little bit that I finally got my [insert obscure yiddish word here] together enough to start sending a few batches out for publication. And … Read on Macduff...

We got snapped at this weekend, asking for directions. We pulled up next to this pleasant seeming, elderly type lady, and we rolled down the window, and we said: “Hi! Excuse me! Can you tell us how to get to … Read on Macduff...

My wife was reading the last few pages of Pooh to our kids the other night and it made her cry. So I took over, and yes, yes it nearly made me cry.
Flat out, Pooh is one of the … Read on Macduff...

waiting
in line
for a defective roller coaster.
a waste of time.
but more than that —
just a bad idea.

Here’s a joke my four-year-old told us at dinner tonight. I enjoyed it and thought you might too:

Knock knock.
Who's there?
You know what's broccoli made of?
You know what's broccoli made of who?
Peas.

Go out into the world today.
Go out and find the knowledge.
Bring it home.

That place in my heart
where I should want a tattoo —
that place where my tattoo desire
is supposed to brood —
it’s a dead place.
No. Worse.
I don’t even have that place.

Last night I dreamt that Shaquille O’Neal dropped by my house. He had a lot on his mind and he was looking for a distraction — a chat, maybe a movie. I was happy to see him.
We talked for … Read on Macduff...

In the future
all our children
will be born
with carpal tunnel.