Sunday, December 21, 2008

from something in the works...

"The Lao woman in the large round sunglasses laughed too hard for the crew in the courtyard. They didn’t need any of that on a Friday afternoon. The week had given them hell enough. The heat was enough noise for them and if there needed to be more noise, they would be the ones to make it.

For these that’s what’s left, a writer might say. Truth is some just do better work out of sight of the rays of summer. A little something in a room, nobody looking. What’s wrong with a little help between the calls you have to make? Between whoops and howdoyadoos to the roving security guards a lot of okay okay don’t get excited. We work something out. We work it out. Like Mexico maƱana, mano. We work it out.

The skinniest woman at the table grabbed the lighter with authority and sucked hard. Five beers in, performing Bic CPR is an act of necessity. Marlene, or whatever, stood up quickly, cell phone already to her face. A car horn behind and she’s around the corner in a dramatic exit worthy of Shakespeare. You’ve seen the move before, and not in movies (the film industry hasn’t quite caught up to some parts of real life). It’s a move that seems entirely practiced. It’s a statement of freedom, the proof that should that ship come in, you’re packed and ready to go. To her long-time drinking buddies it always means the same thing. Importance. The call is more important than they are. It is a chance to escape, and she jumps at every one. Every time that Nelly ringtone disrupts the universe, they swallow their pride, left behind again for whatever good might come. The first look is horror, then sadness, then a glance around for their own stroke of luck or at least to pretend it doesn’t hurt so bad to be abandoned so easily. In public a loose hold on dignity becomes a used condom stepped over in a hurry..."

from Twin City, a work in progress

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Latest Doings...

Recent Publication
New poem, "River Lesson", published over at the cool thought blog (THOG)
This Side of Paradise:

Would love to know what you think of it. Comments are enabled at the site.

In other news, I am now an Official over at Facebook's Poets and Writers Registry. Will be posting ideas, poems, thoughts and such over there regularly. If you are on Facebook, drop me a line there.

The Dishevel'd Salon
My monthly happy hour gathering of writers and poets here in the Cities, has gotten an needed tune up and will be going strong until the end of time, at which time it may be reduced to quarterly. If you are a writer or poet in the Twin Cities, shoot me an email, so I can add you to the mailing list. Would love to meet you.

Just returned from a Thanksgiving visit to the backwoods of TN. Long walks and observation. I continued taking notes for a work I am writing on that region. Childhood memories mixed with present-day observations with the running theme of the myth of moonshine. May be a chapbook, may be developed into a larger work. Time will tell.