Posts Tagged ‘Spokane’
Lantern event
I love me some lantern events.
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Zombie molar
(This, my root canal face.) My dentist today alleged that my back right bottom molar had died. He told me how when teeth die, the body begins closing up their canals to protect the larger human organism. Thanks, Doc. But I’m not buying. If my tooth is dead, how could be mutating into a demilitarized [...]
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Unstuck
Last year, between two novel projects and an extended short story (huh?), I wrote about 35,000 words of unmitigated garbage. During that time, I gave up writing short stories, which had been my focus since 2006. I finished ‘An Officer and Some Gentleman,’ my last finished short piece, in November 2010. Tonight, under the influence [...]
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Rail trestle
Spokane after dark.
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City Stories – Spokane
For my essay on Spokane as the next underdog city, head over to After It Burns Out.
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Giant machines
Which rest on railroad tracks by S. Washington.
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Good morning, decadence
If you traveled up S. Washington in Spokane this morning you might have seen a bearded man crouched on a corner, eating hipster confectionary in the shadow of a 25-degree day. It’s all good, that was just me. Don’t misunderstand: this was a necessary breakfast for strict medical reasons. A nurse friend told me to quadruple my diet of ibuprofen to combat some nasty muscle spasms that [...]
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I now make hats
They’re pretty sweet.
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A New Revolution?
It’s just a day after online protests have brought down the SOPA internet piracy bill and I’m watching several hundred concert goers raise their fists to Jamaican revolution songs. It’s a baklava layered with syrupy irony. Here we stand inside the Knitting Factory on a snow-dampened night in a poverty-ridden city, a block from where [...]
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