Sitting in a cheap motel in Aberdeen.

World's Largest Red Cedar

Seattle: a day in photos

Panoramic Pier

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best,

-m



All Aboard!

Time tables & minutemen rush you from La Crosse into a metal tube filled-to-the-teeth with strangers. Find your seat, there on the left. Through the window, the crest & trough of power lines--a silhouette in reverse behind a sapphire sky. Landscapes roll by while the passengers remain motionless.  Each with her own story, each with nothing but stories & old folks & everything else all at once.

Dorothy will introduce herself. She tells you she can give you a ride to Port Townsend, help you with the ferry. She shares some vegetables, takes off her stocking cap. Zander hasn't slept in days. The oncoming trains are flashbangs of light & silent violence. Push here, door opens. Pay seven dollars, get a drink. Sparrows tightrope a rusty fence.

Flat-forever Montana turned into Rocky Mountain bliss. Shelby, Whitefish, Libby, Montana. Snapping pictures of people snapping pictures through the stained windows of the evening train.   It's nearly twelve o'clock, and Central Time has changed to Mountain has changed to Pacific. Try to sleep on a reclining seat. Seattle will be here on the count of three.




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-m

MAKE THE UNKNOWN KNOWN!

14 hours ago I fell asleep. Then I was woken up. Then I fell asleep again. Now I'm awake.

I dreamt about bicycle accidents and tornadoes. This makes sense given the fact that I recently took a spill on my ride home from work, and that I was asked mid-snooze to relocate to the basement during last night's tornado siren/shit-storm.  The panther attack at the Milwaukee Zoo, though?  Totally unexpected.

The x-rays revealed that I hurt a lot.  Especially here.  The tornado is over.  And I haven't been attacked by any large cat-like creatures.

Lesson:  follow bicycle safety regulations.
  

Especially when they are shouted

and involve monkey masks.

An interview Julia Henner conducted last Spring has been posted on the interweb bulletin board. It's mostly about janitors, catholic school, and writing.  No panther attacks here, but still a bit unexpected.

I'm excited to hear Eduardo Corral read from his creative work at the Nohr Art Gallery tomorrow and the student discussion on identity and poetics that will follow. It will be nice to see and hear from all.  

I've already started packing.