Posts made in November, 2018

My Wobbly Bicycle, 159

Posted by on Nov 13, 2018 in Featured | 2 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 159

It’s kind of flying. Not only are we three floors up, but we’re at the end of the building, with windows on three sides: fourteen, to be exact. We walked in here after years in our bungalow on 8th Street, and gasped. It still makes us gasp.  I think where you live, day by day, changes your sense of the world. Probably even your art. From my desk I can see the old asylum buildings that haven’t yet been renovated, and the cars snaking along Silver Drive. I can see across the open field and, in this early morning mist, the lights at Meijer’s store. I can see some of the river of lights...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 158

Posted by on Nov 1, 2018 in Archive | 0 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 158

        Is this heaven? The sidewalks are paved with gold. And the trees. Even as the colors mute, they’re still all these shades of softening brown. You wouldn’t think about politics if you didn’t have to.  I usually post on Wednesdays, because supposedly that’s the day the most readers will read it, but election day is Tuesday. You going to read about leaves after that? So this is what’s happening before. What’s happening is that an almost transparent spider is letting itself down my venetian blind by its almost invisible thread. It’s trusting the thread will hold. It has...

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