Prologue; Traveling Through to Poland
This was a surprise Spring day in Minneapolis Last week it was bad. She said she wish she could come back in the summer We said we stay for that. Constant building of Culture Constant trading of...
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Anita adorning green from Poland had the bravery to walk up and ask… She asked where the Mississippi was, this and that She wanted a bar with windows, a view of the flowing ice mass. We walked and...
View ArticleThe Death of Ruby Red
I cut her deep, was a small feat Her pink shown light orange mingled red flesh I peeled her skin exposed her meat Her, beautiful orb-cracked, torn, limp, was dead Her innards spray juice-sluiced,...
View ArticlePrelude to Spring Break 2015
As early March had come in biting and the best were kept inside, a span of two weeks had passed slowly and sleep had become elusive. Professors watched second hands tick and gave out faux tests; these...
View ArticleA Sleepy Sunday in Thunder Bay
Snow fortresses wall vacant early Spring streets, under a shadowed loom of port buildings and storefronts, near silt, stone, and trash; a bay city industry, north in a blanket of cold, under veiled...
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days i wake bolt upright nothing but happy. it is here in southeast or la crosse, or la crescent, or whittier, or uptown or dublin, or Washington Ave where no one alive can take that away. nothing but...
View ArticleOde to Inventing Ireland
we were a dark pink dawn over Paris the Libertines of South Liffey Gaelic winds of Aran nights ferry and bus rides to another time we were an ocean away and of new mind with wide eyes of grand sights...
View Articlehow to be a thoughtful globalist in the wake of fake intellectuals
this would make me empassioned, or impassioned. i am passionate about this something… that’s how i get when neo-globalists who’ve never left the states try to fix other people’s problems with their...
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