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Pete Coviello

Same Drugs

Time hovers o’er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the Passages of Joy. June is upon – the long light, the sticky swelter, the...

Getting Us Through: Thugs Scum Punks Freaks

The algorithm, I have grown fond of declaiming – in bars mostly, though not only – is as much of the inapprehensible hand of...

My Thoughts are Murder

    Who can be serene in a country where both the rulers and the ruled are without principle? The remembrance of my country spoils my...

Our Noise

We are, my youngest stepdaughter and I, at the bar. This is years ago. It’s true there are not many other 13-year-olds poised on stools and...

Ghost Stories: Or, What To Do with the Words You Do Not Have

College, for me, was like coming over the ridgeline of adolescence and discovering, in one long exultant gulp of perception, that I’d lived unknowingly...

Reading Jeter’s Joy

I am not a sports fan. It’s true, I watch a little, and have some bits of gear – my Italia jersey that I wear...

Easy

Like all people not wholly destitute of heart, when I hear the opening of “ABC” by the Jackson 5 I experience the familiar jolt...

Love in the Ruins: or, Should I Go To Grad School?

On a late-spring day sometime in the mid-90s, I found myself sitting with a friend on a stone bench overlooking a prospect of conventional,...

Call Me Always

You don’t have to be driving around with a 15-year-old on her first-ever trip to California to fall abruptly, defenselessly in love with “Call...

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