Author Archives: nathanbiberdorf

Fine, I’ll Do a %&*#!@$ Post About Racism

I really don’t want to write about racism today. My Facebook feed has been a steady flow of articles, memes, and rants about white supremacists, Charlottesville, free speech, racism, Arpaio, and He Who Shall Not Be Named. And I don’t … Continue reading

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Love With an Expiration Date

I don’t know love Not the Monday, Tuesday, every other day love Not the lifelong, singsong, nothing-can-go-wrong love Not the sweetheart, work of art, till death do us part love Not the wedding band, ain’t life grand, wanna hold your … Continue reading

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More Late-Night Butterfly Effect Thoughts

A few days ago, I got a speeding ticket, and ever since, I’ve been observing its ripple effect. Here is one of those ripples. Tonight I was driving down from Indy, taking 465. I passed someone on the highway, and … Continue reading

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I Took The Road More Quickly Traveled By

Some days you come to a fork in the road. You know that both roads will eventually take you to your same destination. You know that both roads will take you there in the same amount of time. And you … Continue reading

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The Man Upon The Table

My thoughts return at times like these To the man upon the table The person who I used to be Before the one who now is me I wonder at his screams His violent protestations As the doctors prepared him … Continue reading

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Not My Type

“Not my type” Are the words that keep coming to mind The problem being the implication That I have a “type” That the conundrum of who I like and who I don’t Could be quantified and measured with words like … Continue reading

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Webs Unwoven

I’ve become an inward-turning thing Like the legs of a spider, dying Curling into an asterisk across my abdomen No longer do I weave my tangled web Spinning tapestries like Arachne Or making messiahs of humble swine It’s far too … Continue reading

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