Wisconsin
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Ferris Dreams
The sting of a memory’s rain Blind, blindsided, like a car crash The hurt leaps back up Like whiplash Like coma wash Like devastation sequel And the modern moment feels old As I wait for the new appliance My glittery mind All puffed up and racing It moves like that Back and forth From stuck… Continue reading
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The Cigarette Lady
What is wrong with me, I wonder. There is this desert of thought. Dry sand blown by the wind tossed about all whimsical and deceitful. It moves like purple gravy in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. I think I may have forgotten how to write in cursive. No one uses it anymore. Everything is… Continue reading
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The Lake Blue Animating Principle
this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is down by the old Navy ship resting in its watery grave and the sky and the rain is so damn gray and sad as I hoist canvas bag over shoulder like some old-time dirty clothes… Continue reading
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The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (2)
The man plopped down into a soft sofa of sand. The waves out there before him were at medium. They churned and rolled and fell, the water a dark gray with whipped cream foam on the edges. Continue reading
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Tomah Graph
Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations and jittersuninvited guests in the gray of nightthis brain hurts like cinema for Alexhave another stick of chewing gumanother stick of dynamite to ease the griefyou so gallantly feel at this momentthese white office lights… Continue reading
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The Shakes (Excerpt 2)
One day Eddie and my mom sat me and my sister down in the living room after supper to tell us something important. Eddie said he had gotten a promotion and that he was being sent to work in Chicago. I didn’t know why the hell anyone would want to promote Eddie, but they did. Continue reading
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Have you heard of not being summer?
I hate summer. Summer is a battle for me. I am like opposite bear and want to hibernate May through August – in a cave of ice, with a frosty mug of A and W root beer, my laptop, and really good internet service. Continue reading
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