Monthly Archives: September 2015

sixteen kinds of hurt

Posted on September 27, 2015 by rustichello

When my Dad was mad he’d threaten me with sixteen kinds of hurt. There was the clip over the ear; the smack on the chops; the belt across my buttocks; the gut punch; the double fisted shirt grab; the single … Continue reading →

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heaven knows

Posted on September 11, 2015 by rustichello

The day starts with Sex Machine. James Brown shouting his chorus to my sleeping children (Get up! get on up/Get up! get on up) and I feel Bootsy’s deep bass begin the snaking energy transfer from the cold airs to … Continue reading →

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the curiosity and the joy

Posted on September 9, 2015 by rustichello

Higher education is usually all about the piece of paper, a parchment with heraldry presented at the end. Institutions want their customers to think that without the parchment there is no education; no scholarship without the overarching curricula endorsed by … Continue reading →

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