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The Grey Beard

I sometimes dream about meeting up with an old friend with a grey beard now. Also, yesterday at work the students discussed the snow-capped Himalayas and how difficult it would be to survive up there unless you went to live with the Yeti and learned to adapt to such a hostile environment, so, accordingly, I…

The Carryall

Some dogs who’ve been beaten by their owners, like the way I was beaten, will often stare wide-eyed at you, while they shake like an underdressed child who’s been standing outside in the cold for longer than he wants to, and is why, now, when the part of me that thinks he should be nice…

Toothpaste

Munching on a slice of Hawaiian pizza and standing in front of the bathroom mirror in my head, I tell myself I live in a time when it’s more socially acceptable to be an illiterate and popular psychopath with a Rambo complex, then it is to be an emotionally mature loser who’s skilled at exteriorizing…

When I Think About Whether or Not I Should Write Poetry

When I think about whether I should continue to write poetry, when I could be helping people build huts in poor countries, or writing to my congress person about the need for a universal basic income, free food for all families, and respectable, poverty income level housing, and the bullish part of me that wants…

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Chris Russell holds a Master of Fine Arts in Writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts and lives and works in Concord, New Hampshire. For upwards of 17 years he’s worked in Concord and nearby Penacook public schools assisting with children who have special needs.

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