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Since about 1988, David Karpel has worked as an environmental campaign pamphleteer, a pool boy, an office furniture mover, a busboy, waiter, volunteer procrastinator, record store sales clerk, marketer, copy writer/editor, and a teacher's assistant. He is currently a high school English and History teacher, a job he's somehow managed to keep while staying somewhat sane for last 17 years. Miraculously, he is also married to the funniest woman in the world. And, despite everything better left unsaid, they are the parents of two freakishly well-behaved children.
A brief collection of poems written during quarantine.
It will be a festive meal on the first festive eve of a festive holiday of lights.
Our dog finds a newborn squirrel.Brings it to me held in his mouthundamaged, dewy, breathing.Logan gently relents,drops the wet younglingin...
Perhaps our gratitude for the service of our veterans should be enhanced with a renewed energy to fight here at home
Without intending to be nostalgic for a time that isn’t mine