December 25, 2022 - Stories & Poems by Alan Abrams

Day: December 25, 2022

Alan Abrams

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WHY MY WIFE GETS NERVOUS WHEN I DRIVE AFTER DARK

…Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. “Sit down and have a drink” he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. “You have SARDINES in it.” –Frank O’Hara, “Why I Am Not a Painter” Because when Frank

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CRACKERS

Crackers was a dog who never knew a leash. I’ll get to his finer qualities, but first—I must admit that I am not a dog person. And I’m really not a puppy person. I don’t like their smell, and I

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Alan Abrams

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WHERE YOU FIND IT

It’s not much more than a mile to McGinty’s, to which I walk when Janet’s away, often passing by a troop of blissed out Buddhas nam-yo-ing on the sidewalk by the Chic-Fil-A. The burgers are thick and juicy at the

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THE MAN ON THE SIDEWALK

The opium eater reclines with rigid head and just-open’d lips… You all know how hard it is to find a good parking place in a busy town. Well, we lucked out—or so it seemed— while running an errand yesterday. I

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BLOOD BROTHERS

My father knew his knots and splices, and how to wind a hose in even loops without a kink. These were skills he learned in boot camp, before shipping out across the often fatal seas. Now, with a house, a

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LEARNING TO COOK

Ridiculous, how many wives that I’ve run from. And surrogate wives, and surrogate-surrogate wives, as Cogs would say, speaking from experience, and who, it’s worth mentioning, could drink circles around me, and moreover, could hold his piss like the truck