Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley
The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom
Monday, February 24, 2020
In Venice, even the drug dealers hug. (Prose Poem)
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In Venice, even the drug dealers hug. Jessica Bennett. NYT. I always hug a man before I kill him. Although I haven't kill...
Ten Cucumbers (Prose Poem)
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MORIA, Greece — As night closed in on the migrant camp, masses of people made their way to their makeshift tents, climbing hills of den...
The fatness of thy house
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They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures . Psalm 3...
Sunday, February 23, 2020
Baking Rage. (Prose Poem)
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The book was meant to celebrate anger and activism in the kitchen. While it may do that, it also ignited a conversation on social media a...
Forgetfulness, (Prose Poem)
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Over the past five years, “mindfulness” programs have exploded in popularity. In Grand Blanc, Mich., first-graders are breathing to...
The sound of rejoicing
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Verily, I say unto you that ye are chosen out of the world to declare my gospel with the sound of rejoicing, as with the voice of a tr...
Saturday, February 22, 2020
The Sinister Hue.
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Memories of art auctions, afternoon high teas, quiz nights and mahjong games all took on a sinister hue. Motoko Rich. NYT. We were a...
Shall be made fat.
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He that is of a proud heart stirreth up strife : but he that putteth his trust in the Lord shall be made fat . Proverbs 28:25 ...
Friday, February 21, 2020
A frenzy for letters. (Prose Poem.)
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If nothing else, L’Affaire Aristophil is arguably the Frenchiest of all financial scandals. The country has a singular reverence for ...
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