Christian Molenaar

Tag: wife guy

  • My Three Wives

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    Though marriage by some folks Be reckon’d a curseThree wives I did marry For better or worse–The first for her person, The next for her purse,The third for a warming-pan, Doctress, and nurse. Read more

  • Hotter

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    It was getting hotter. Read more

  • The Witches Tower 3/5/25

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    Ryan asked me to play this show and the very next day had to back out upon realizing he’d double-booked himself to sit in with Swing Kids in LA the same night. Obviously I wasn’t going to begrudge him taking the bigger gig, but it did leave the question: how the hell do you play Read more

  • Germans

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    In the dream he watched some ersatz lothario press up against his wife after hearing her say you’d never be able to give her a million dollars and the man offered her a new life which excited her and they kissed and it reminded him of a dream her father had told her where his Read more

  • 2024

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    Pandemonium of New Year’s Eve: chaos of snow and mud churned up by a thousand carriages glittering with toys and bonbons, swarming with cupidity and despair; official frenzy of a big city designed to trouble the mind of the most impervious solitary. Read more

  • Mambo No. 5

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    The match could not have been more perfect: our two closest friends in the world — my best friend of fifteen years, your former college roommate, both simultaneously single at last. After half a decade of half-secret crushes, missed connections and ill-timed rendezvous, the timing was finally right. And a month later it was over. Read more

  • Comedy of Remarriage

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    When Hannah and I got married nearly five years ago, we agreed to read vows of our own writing at the ceremony. When the time came for me to read my vows, I was so overcome with emotion I found the words on the paper could do nothing to capture the sensation of the moment, Read more

Thought:

“Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.”

Anne Carson | “Short Talk on Sylvia Plath”

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