He's No Emperor
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by Hans Ostrom
1w ago
Well, we have to eat, even as genocide, rapes, atomic arsenals, and pious bigotry persist, destroy, so I roast beets. With a paring  knife, I peel off dull hides, reveal purple fiber of the roots. Purple ink stains my fingers. Has anyone painted with beet juice? Chopped into small pieces, the beets go in a hot oven. When they're roasted soft, I take them out, dribble honey and shake salt on them, serve with pasta and a simple marinara sauce & a green salad, plus a shared slice of a quick raisin oat-bread I baked. I like cooking for me and my wife. It's a good thing, basic, necess ..read more
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Rondeau for a Father's Hat
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by Hans Ostrom
1w ago
And what am I to do with my Dad's hat? Always a hat--he never wore a cap. After he died, I've kept it all these years-- A little token of him, it appears-- A cloth thing under which he sat. His body was cremated, so that's that. To me his soul's a mystery, not a fact. While I get old and face some stern cold fears, What is it I'm to do with my Pa's hat? I have been charged with being a pack-rat. I'm sentimental, unlike our deadpan cat. For me, things link to people, it appears, And maybe soothe a bit some grieving tears. "Just let it go": advice that sounds so flat Regarding what to do with ..read more
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Why Crows Are as Smart as 7 Year Old Humans
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2w ago
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Luke Combs Praises "Fast Car" Singer Tracy Chapman After He Wins CMAs Si...
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America - Lonely People (1975) | LIVE
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Lana Del Rey - Take Me Home, Country Roads (Official Audio)
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The CEO of a company that makes a lifesaving drug refused to commit to l...
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Bloomsbury Park
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by Hans Ostrom
2w ago
 (September 2022) Bloomsbury Park isn't melting yet in the plump heat of London, late summer. A locust tree shows tendons and bends like an arm at the elbow. The only birds are pigions. Brown plates of stone make a center square and we strangers sit on black benches. We're mostly mute. Cornflowers persist-- the rest of the beds are parched like a hangover. On my way out, one pigeon escorts me to the gate. We say our forms of goodbye. I wonder if one of his ancestors spoke to Virginia Woolf. The "melting" in the first stanza alludes to the famous/infamous Jim Webb song, "MacArthur P ..read more
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Lewis Black Recalls Seeing The Grateful Dead At Folsom Field
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2w ago
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Beware: The Billionaire is Angry
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by Hans Ostrom
3w ago
The billionaire's enraged. Angry with women, with labor unions, with "woke" people (but not mad enough to say what he means by that word). Lava-livid with academics, except the ones whose research undergirds his products. He's ticked off with a former wife and a "disloyal" child. He's not, though, especially upset with neo-Nazis. Meanwhile, the fellow who bags the groceries people buy and retrieves carts from the parking lot in cold rain, cheerfully greets me. We exchange polite words and laugh. He reminds me not to forget that he's placed items at the bottom of the cart. "Yesterday, two pe ..read more
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