X marks the spot

where I buried

my xylophone

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Y marks the spot

where I questioned

my reason for being

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Z marks the spot

where I took a nap.

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And XYZ marks the spot

where my friend told me

my zipper was down.

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My shadow self

loves mushrooms.

I can’t stand them.

So anytime I see

it eating some,

I just slide on over

into the shade—

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“Now how are they?” I say to it.

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featured reader

Jita

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Appendix A: 

WHO IS MENTIONING ME NOW?

Trefology in Who’s Out There?

My favorite site

for ghosts of

ink and paper.

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To read click here

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It takes a

village to

kill a

Frankenstein

monster.

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3.

When I was a kid,

the goat deity Baphomet

used to appear at our

home every year at

Thanksgiving for dinner.

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I remember my

grandmother would always

get his name wrong—

calling him, “Bath-mat”.

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And everyone would laugh.

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Everyone but Baphomet.

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He would just pretend

not to notice, or else

try to change the subject.

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One Thanksgiving,

my mom had a

bath-mat specially made

with Baphomet’s image.

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But he ended up

cancelling at

the last minute.

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Why be a

double spy

when you can be a

triple spy?

Which— if I know

my fromology,

is a creamier spy.

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Back before the

invention of the

compass,

sailors relied on

the Northman

for directions.

***

They’d say

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“Hey, Northman, which way to your house?

—OK, go in that direction.”

I give all

my spoils to

the victor.

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But what of you

the reader?

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Who do you

give your

spoils to?

.

(Fill in answer here):_____________________.

Hard to believe

there was a time when

man believed the

earth was triangular.

***

Strictly speaking, of course,

I don’t mean

ALL of man.

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Not even some of man.

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Really, just this one—

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Larry Triangles.

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I used to keep a diary.

But I was so worried

it would be boring,

I began lying in it.

Then, later, I published

it under the title:

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My Perilous Journey to the North Pole.

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Trefology thanks

you for reading,

writing

& arithmetic.

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Sometimes I like

to stroll through

graveyards with

a notebook, writing

down the names of

people I might

want to hang out

with— someday.

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Last week, I visited my dad high up in the mountains of Northern California.
He brought out a small box of cassettes he’d found while going through his closet—songs he recorded in the 1960s and ’70s, most thought lost. A previous box of recordings was destroyed during his last move—hours of songs and holiday reels, when he’d let the tape run all day, catching stray bits of conversation from relatives long gone. Then, at some point, someone would grab a guitar, a tambourine, an armadillo and the family would gather ’round the piano to play the old songs late into the night.

Anyway, somehow, these particular tapes got separated.
Fortunately for us.

So we spent the day listening.
A few of the songs hadn’t been played since they were recorded, nearly sixty years ago. Maybe played once for the family and then tossed in the box.

From time to time, I’ll post another here—starting with I Can’t Believe I’m in Love. Recorded with the cheapest drum machine available at the time, which my dad named Randy and speaks to in a Liverpudlian accent (“I was going for Scottish,” he admits.)

Be that as it may, it’s a catchy little song. I love it.
But of course I do.
I think some of you may as well.

Thanks,
I remain,
geo. RAYMOND

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I Can’t Believe I’m in Love

by George J. Raymond

copyright 2025

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‘Cause when I saw her, she saw me

She saw more than I could say.

And I can’t believe I’m in love

Mama you know I am always going to

be your boy. But oh, what a joy

And when I kissed her she kissed me

Like always my face turned red

And we jumped right into the bed

Mama you know I am always going

to be your boy. But oh what a joy

Now don’t cry, I’ve never lied

I’ve tried but I’ve never lied

Please tell me what to do, she

reminds me of you

(whistle break)

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