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Mike Young published this e-book, Trailer Park Fragments: A Place called Whispering Lanes, through his Magic Helicopter Press. I urge you to check it out. I was going to say it gives you a perspective on trailer parks you maybe haven’t seen before but that’s horseshit. It just affects me, who has never lived in [...] I left, too. They’re talking about people like me, in the Chronicle of Higher Education. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMsAnyxrQJs&hl=en&fs=1&] DEEP VIDALIA DIRT Tomorrow he’ll be back at work cleaning rigson a truck-stop tarmac off highway forty-one, suckingup diesel and putting more sweat, less lovein the hub caps that need to gleam brighterthan a southern sun. He’s had his eye on a girlworking in the diner, Melissa smiles out throughthe plate-glass window as he hums a [...] Stove up from working the harvest, Jessie hobbled up the porch steps holding his hand out for Chester. “Ches,” he called. The old bloodhound, “nothing but ears and ribs” snoozing in the shape of a question mark, usually stumbled up from his spot on a mildewed tarp behind a short-block motor when he heard Jessie [...] Link gakked from AppyLove, story from NPR. Think about this story for a moment. Or two. We need new, better, options for health care, and we need them yesterday. And that’s probably as political a post as I’ll ever consciously make. It was a Third World scene with an American setting. Hundreds of tired and [...] Last night in my apartment, I heard Natasha through the thin walls, “Nyet! Nyet!” Today I stare at her black eye when we have wine, whiskey and cheese as we do every month. “You like my wife?” Alexi asks. Natasha was wet-eyed like a puppy behind the glass of a pet store and he was the first [...] We were listening to Doodles Weaver crack jokes on Rudy Vallee’s radio show when it happened. We were catching dust from the open car windows, the dry wind from the Black Mesa. Maybe if Aphelia hadn’t driven her father’s rickety box-of-metal-on-wheels so hard, so reckless, the one she stole, along with his police revolver, it [...] Many years ago, when I first began teaching writing, I had the opportunity to design an introductory writing (essay) course, in which we read and discussed theory and criticism as well as original creative works. I thought for a long time about what I might do. I had done similar courses in the [...] |
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