Category: parables

• July 10, 2012

  A Yogi in Central Park

  The man claimed to be a Yogi. We were in Central Park when he said this, and we were on our way to meditate beneath a crooked tree. The Yogi asked us questions, all of the “do you know…” form and told anecdotes largely of the folk wisdom variety. Are we yoga practitioners? Do we…
• May 23, 2012

  A mean case of arthritis

  A long day can be relieved by a rooftop breeze or even by its memory. The humidity created its own atmosphere over the City. The Park smelled of warm Fruit Loops and my hair was a puff pastry. I believe I am coming down with a mean case of arthritis. In the morning, one conversation…
• April 14, 2012

  The mirthful canopies of spring

  My friend was at the front door at half past 9. Joan yelled down, “Who is it?” I was already sitting near the door and admiring the spring morning when the doorbell sounded. “Who is it?” she tries again. “A friend, Joan, it’s a friend,” I yell up. “Huh? Who is it?” “Don’t worry, it’s…
• February 24, 2012

  Hospitality in actu: A search term poem

  First Digression Last night I dreamed I was surfing idly on the internet. Pretty quickly things got dicey. When I entered search terms or a URL into Google Chrome, I was immediately re-directed to a page of ads. “No,” I thought. “This can’t be right.” No, that’s not quite it. It was rather that “andrewjtaggart.com”…
• February 11, 2012

  On sports cliches

  On Thursday night, I wrote an email to my older sister, congratulating her and my brother-in-law on their huge 20 point victory at home against an important conference rival. “Whoa,” I said. “Whoa is right,” she replied. “It was a big win!” In the middle of my second reply, I offered some heady post-game analysis…