Saying Uncle

I get back in the car after the meeting
and head to see my uncle. It shifts
the whole space to a different time
when I came here on vacations,
childhood visits to my grandmother.
Same place, different reality.

 

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Bright Spot in a Dark Commute

A bank called Friend
A cyclist going the wrong way
Buildings loom in their neo colonial backlit splendor
Let Your Child Skip School And You’ll Be Talking to the DA
a sign tells us from the parking lot of a casino the Governor couldn’t shut down
And there are signs everywhere: personal injury lawyers,
drugs, promises to help break bad habits.

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A series of moments on Hwy. 167

I bought a brown felt hat in a western store
wearing it with the sunroof open I
heard birds
the squeaky axle on a truck
smelled grass just cut
felt sunlight in the shade of its brim
a rushing roar, the radio off.

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First iPad post

My fingers keep trying to feel for a keyboard that isn’t really there

but the image of it responds somewhat as if it is.

I say somewhat because it’s like driving over an icy road

which  sometimes turns into a bridge without warning,

sometimes changes in unexpected context.

I eke out a corrected 10 WPM,

giddy as when I first logged onto a BBS.

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