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"I just don't see the answer.  For God's sake, would you get over here and help me with this?"      "Hey, you know how he feels about that.  He'll hear you."      "Fine. Let him.  Then maybe he can help us find some sort of answer.  You know, I'm real tired of pulling his butt out of the fire.  Fix this.  Explain that.  Make this problem disappear. Would you make that go away for me?"  Flustered, he continued, "Michael, would you move yourself over here and look at these write-ups.  It's a freaking disaster."      "Gabie, Gabie," Michael responded, smiling calmly, assiduously, "How many times have I told you, your gonna give yourself a pep

My name is Malachi B. Levin.  My mother would tell me, numerologically, it was the only name possible for me.  She insisted I was the solitary origin of life (at least as far as she was concerned) and my name should be the number of creation. My name equals three, and, by extension, I carry the seed of genesis within.  I was also the third child born into my family and my mother thought this made perfect rhythmic sense, thus proving her case.  The B., my middle name, stands for Ben.  Not as in Benjamin, but as in Hebrew for "son of."   My father's first name is Levi.  Levi ben Mordechai.  His father was named Mordhechai ben Levi.   Names, num

Sacred Sites: Gainesville Suite in Four Parts I (Stone Circle) There seemed to be a dearth of sacred sites and shrines where I lived, so I created one. After all, where should be more sacred than where I sleep, raise my kids, prepare my meals, wake in the morning. I visited a local construction site where the Earth was being scrapped, gouged for one more set of luxury apartment units. Uncovered by bright yellow machines, diesel shovels, to sit under a sun that had never shone on them before. In a 1992 Geo Storm only inches from the ground but with a high hatch, collected oolite. I moved them home. Sluggish, draggin

Ding-dong, the Don is dead. Drained the Draught of Morpheus. Figure of fear and primal dread, Lived a life vainglorious. The Teflon Don took the fall for no rap, The Feds could make no charges stick, 'Till fingered at last by a load "Bull" crap, He discovered he wasn't so slick. The Dapper Don from his Lauren suit Has been winnowed, hull from groat. Power and wealth made him no less a brute And he died of a lump in his throat. Ding-dong, the Don is dead, Lived his life notorious Died not as he lived, but in a bed Now lies in dust inglorious.

I was there when the first pits were dug, after the trees were cleared; torn, dragged and burned. My family and I searched for concretions in limey sand that had not seen the sun in a span of time that can be measured, but not understood. Set as coral in the ocean, became limestone, became oolite, Miami Beach, became my home. I use to roam and dig under what is now Aventura Mall in what was an elegant, high-rise my girl comes three days a week part of Miami, then Aventura, now The City of Aventura which lies engorged between the end of a double-decked Atlantic Ocean causeway, named after a State Representative who owned a C

What do Jews do on Christmas? What do Jews do on Christmas?  Well In the United States, At least We take walks, Move, Find a park We go out to the few open businesses, Coffeeshops or flea markets And know that most everyone we see will be Jewish Or Atheist (though they may still follow comfortable family tradition) Or what have you, but not Christian. Here, the temperature is in the 70's And we had a beautiful solstice under the stars (we could see though the city-glow) In our shirtsleeves And on the 25th We are at my sister-in-law's Mother-in law, father-in-law, wife, daughter and son Because she doesn't want to be the o