Monday, November the 25th. [14:53 central]It has felt like morning all day. I am all packed. B is out getting sandies and little bottles of gin. [17:08]The guy gave us a card saying we were in spot 315. We were the only two people on Shuttle 28. "Shuttle 28. Are we clear?" "10-40, Shuttle 28. … Continue reading Seattle 2013: Day One
Category: Travelogue
Writing while traveling
Pere Marquette State Park, November 9-10, 2013
I. Preface (11/8/2013). I have cut an 11' x 10' piece of the new 6 mil plastic sheeting—doubled over (11' x 5') it looks a good fit for under the tent. For Pere Marquette, I will still bring the tarp and sandwich the plastic sheeting in the tarp for under the tent. For the Farm … Continue reading Pere Marquette State Park, November 9-10, 2013
Farm Party, Fall 2013
Then E Vaughan. He unwraps and tosses a potay—it lands with a thud. I go and get more wood from the creek bed. Patrick helps, drags back a cedar. E Vaughan is working on the tractor. Will it start?
Putt, putt, huff, huff...
"Come on, baby!"
"Now we have liftoff!"
"Don't start counting your chickens yet."
Patrick saws. B offers up the last two cinnamon rolls. Bucky and Sarah are down, getting their stuff together. There was a day, down here, the first Sunday, when we were eager for getaway....
E Vaughan backs the tractor up the hill...
WI/MN 2013
"Enough planning, un-planning, re-planning, and planning for a lack of a plan. I am packed, I am ready, I am waiting."
— John Randell Cabot, Lake Superior, 1687
1
Lostant
rain on the pavement
good light, power lines & their
towers.
Toluca, Tonica, Winona
Mammatus clouds, water
drips down, hits my
face when
I open the
window.
A nut bar, worry of heartburn.
I went around the corner only to
have a cigarette. But then Pat
has one and I wonder why I hid it.
State highway 6, Ottawa/La Salle-Peru
On the Illinois River. Nice place?
There are a lot of windmills, and
an exit for highway 30 to Sterling,
to Aurora—where I went to school once...
Continue with this travel poem...
It Might Not Have Been Blue Mountain, But We Did Ascend a Mountain in Jamaica
Note: What follows is not a dream but a carefully crafted piece of fiction. Any semblance to recent, factual events is purely coincidental. 1 The Veaux-Hanns picked us up Saturday in Pat's Vibe after they had gone to some sort of comedy show down along the Loop. We were ready for them. It was ten … Continue reading It Might Not Have Been Blue Mountain, But We Did Ascend a Mountain in Jamaica
Foil’s War
Making it something other than that which it IS . . . surrounded by a crowd easy 2 do my own thang … Continue reading Foil’s War
Royobroyo
Checkpoint Charlie Dolce Kevil 400 Where the fuck is Stuckey? Blow by blow western female Roy Mosaic Big Daddy's Ferrarro's for linner all the extras gone by the time the second cab came home when it was light on Sunday morning. Oh as in Oh really. Rough jeans. Sorry. AJ asleep a blue drink in … Continue reading Royobroyo
I am Attending To a Sunrise in Jamaica
First Full Day — morning
I am attending to a sunrise in Jamaica. Rightly I am not awake yet. Waves, waves, dolorous waves. Peltering shores at dayfall.
Why is it getting light in the west before it gets light in the east? The east is dark, blue. A tiny boat out ripping the water is black.
Last night a jumbo airliner flew in from Costa Rica, I’m sure of it.
Brett got a taste, Pat a tree. I put a tiny leaf in my pocket & smiled at the smell.
Full account here...
Leaving Aus-town
Actually, my knee is aching, and so is my back. I’ve been packing things. Got up at 4:34. The garbage truck. Did you hear it? Banging mechanical arm, squealing brakes, beeping as it backs up. That’s the last time I’ll ever hear it. I’m drinking some iced coffee. Ate a slice of toast with peanut butter. Have showered, taken the pizza box to the trash, updated my blog. Wow, I’m nearly ready to start drinkin’ again though it’s only 8:50.
Bad heartburn, though. Need to get some meds for that, pepto or Immodium, Tagamet? Don’t think I’ve ever had Tagamet. Drinking some water. Was not dehydrated this morning although I rinsed out four cans of Guinness, a bottle of pinot grigio, a couple Red Hook IPAs, a Bud Light, a big Lagunitas IPA, and our highball glasses...
The short story continues...
Antwerping
Your toes against me moved,your "best feet." You were told.Morning herald camealong wearing shades.My window open all night.Heels on the cobblestone streetand I can't help but looking.Down to the plaza and someonedrinking coffee, unfolding a bicycle.Your best feet against me moved.Heels on the cobblestone streets.Not finishing upstairs,walking alone with frites.If you weren't the only one … Continue reading Antwerping