Bob Wiseman

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The world, as it turns out, is a master bureaucrat. It closes doors without looking up from its sandwich. First the manager quit. Then the label ghosted, proving corporations can […]

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I had a friend once. We aren’t friends now. It’s over because I don’t see politics the way he does. I don’t think that’s a reason to end all talk […]

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The café was wholesome, the kind of place where they had three types of non-dairy milk and spelled milk, mylk. Andy sat there feeling like a person at the wrong […]

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It was late summer when Claire Bergen was invited to play at the International Peace Garden, south of town. The air was thick with bees and blossoms, the folding chairs […]

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I have a friend my friend who plays some piano. He once invoked Art Tatum and I told him about this old man on YouTube that demonstrates Tatum’s lightning runs. […]

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There is a guy on Instagram named Darren Walsh who improvises puns. It’s astounding. He stands in public places, in the UK, and offers puns to walkers by. People try […]

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Maggie Stein had panic attacks the way some people have weather. They showed up. The temperature of her inside world changed. Then wandered off, no note. She was a musician. […]

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The universe is so tightly wound. Everything follows rules as if machine-driven. Planets rotate, flowers bloom, dogs bark, ants scurry and predators eat minnows. Humanity moves through all of it […]

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Eli Strater sang old-time tunes. He never bothered thinking about the words, too busy moving his fingers up and down the strings. “Lyrics?” he laughed. “Just decorations. Like wallpaper.” But […]

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I ask the Lyft guy about his car. I always do. It’s a reflex at this point. I know the rough prices, the dealer choreography, the creative interpretations of larceny […]