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- pocket full of thunder.
got a temp gig at a call center, answering phones from hurricane victims down south and providing them info about where to go and what to do.
length of employment dependent on length of disaster.
- Traffic Report
license plates passed simultaneously on the road home:
“UROTRASH”
and
“HEHEHE”
the former on a vintage VW bus,
the latter on a repair van.
U.S. 23, south.
- old dichotomies.
“I’ve shifted into analytical mode lately. My output for a while is likely to be only articles of nonfiction.”
Only likely.
“I’m becoming more verbose. That’s always a sure sign. It’s weird, and so is my syntax.”
A bat just hit the window.
“That’s weird. Anyway, a friend of mine said something about the number 27 always being the [...]
- Exit ramp to the Twilight Zone
I got into a very curious car wreck yesterday while coming back from Detroit.
I was happily texting in the passenger’s seat when I heard a loud thud and felt the car lurch. I looked over my shoulder to see an old blue Buick airborne as it flew down a hill and crashed through the fence [...]
- Poetry in the news.
1. Priest ascends sky on helium balloons.
2. LOCAL MAN BURNED
ANN ARBOR, MI - A man was found in a wooded area of a city park yesterday, naked and on fire.
A passing woman mistook him for a pile of smoldering debris.
- Far-out theories and musings
I think most people have an inner amateur philosopher inside them that cranks out theories to explain themselves and the world. A lot of these theories are crackheaded and that’s what makes them fun.
1. For example, I think that if UFOs are real, the reason that they are so capable of such silence and seemingly [...]
- A legacy and a passing
Most. Hilarious. Funeral. Ever.
I was able to hold back the tears until the laughter started. Adding to the vibe was the fact that my uncle drove a company car up from Chattanooga, so the cemetery motorcade looked like it was sponsored by Xerox.
But, lo! a complication:
Since the funeral was held on Good Friday, my Alzheimer’s [...]
- something that wants to be a song.
“in prison, you always dance”
i.
lunar eclipse last night.
i was flying down a detroit highway, smoking a bowl. we passed a semi called the sparhawk * and i remember thinking, “the universe must be high.” glanced at the moon’s red eye.
then the accelerator blew.
ii.
the hopi word for war is dance, you know. we call that
the motor [...]
- pandora’s inbox.
Having my writing available for public perusal nets me some interesting mail from time to time. I received the following letter this morning. Apparently, I’ve somehow inspired both a cross-country liason AND a farcical kidnapping scheme. Yessss!
Hello.
You know how you make friends with people online? You drift around and chat to people and blah blah [...]
- blood familiar.
From the start, there was a familiarity that went beyond us sharing the same birthday.
You see, there was a time when our blood sang the same songs. My forebears were once the white and native engineers on Michigan’s underground railroad. Though this memory has fled my kin’s waking thoughts, it still lies coiled tightly in [...]
