Author Archives: nathanbiberdorf

The No Man’s Land of Me

At times, I think I am a being of reason, and that foolish feelings distract me from that which is concrete and provable. At times, I believe I am a being of emotion, and that heartless logic cuts me off … Continue reading

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Monster of the Week

I’ve been looking for you on X-Files Buffy, Star Trek, and Doctor Who Any show with a monster of the week Waiting for you to appear For Mulder or Spock to explain you Define you, describe you Put a name … Continue reading

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I’ve Grown Afraid of Words

I used to write. I used to write quite a lot. I don’t write so much any more. It’s the words. I’ve grown afraid of words. I used to like words. Short words, long words, ugly words, beautiful words,silly words, … Continue reading

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The Best Thing We’ve Ever Done, Month 1: Injurious Breadsticks, PBJ Soup, and The Adventures of Dr. Gamora

Welcome back to The Best Thing We’ve Ever Done, the show where Brandon and I eat some food and have some opinions about it! Last time, as you’ll recall, we recounted how our restaurant bracket came to be. Now it’s … Continue reading

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Past Me, Through Me, Anywhere But At Me

It’s hard to write when you’re people. Prose, anyway. Poetry is easier. Poetry isn’t written by people, not in the way that matters. Poetry is written by ghosts. Poetry comes from hollow voices without faces, speaking secrets of the wind. … Continue reading

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The Best Thing We’ve Ever Done

My friend Brandon, with whom I work, had an idea. “We eat out a lot for lunch, right?” “We do,” I agreed. “And we eat at many different restaurants on the northwest side of Indianapolis, correct?” “I feel like that … Continue reading

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Who Needs Meth When You’ve Got A Library Card?

I went to the doctor and the doctor said ‘No more ideas in that little old head’ So he whipped out a pen and dashed out a prescription For artistic elixirs to cure my conniptions ‘Take one dose of novels … Continue reading

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