From my current project Siberia, a collection of essays, poems, songs, and photos. II. on the one hand I hate all the ice/slush my feet being wet but then there is some meltwater makes its way through icesheets carves a canyon or maybe a gorge also then the cacophony of slush so many wet bristles [...]
part three in a surprisingly still continuing series by Keith Birthday. who knew he would have made it past part two? I wonder if people who lived in Europe this winter will tell their children/grandchildren about the ‘great blizzard of 2010′. Although it seemed like a relatively reasonable amount of snow to me/my travel companion [...]
Something like a continuation of the past two posts where José and I ask each other to ‘workshop’ each other’s writing. Sort of like a bloggy circlejerk. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ from FIREWORKS Trading sips, water Tent blooms cloud And blue Powder and Floodlight Cars pass and stop sometimes Somebody gets out maybe With a kid “These are buy [...]
I wrote this ‘poem’ on November eleventh, a few days after I had a party at my apartment: ‘If it weren’t so cold, we’d probably have an epidemic’ This party in my apartment has been fossilized cuz the bottles are still all over the floor and table the windowsill too like an image I can’t [...]
This photograph was successfully taken after walking through waist-deep snow in order to reach the river bank where the snow was actually somewhat packed and therefore easier to walk upon. I had ended up at this place because I had recently found Ljubisa on the street. Found? I was walking home from work one day [...]
A sorta crappy short story type thing by Keith Birthday This is Hatfield, Pennsylvania. Nestled in the southeastern corner of the state, Hatfield boasted a population of around 2,500 and covered a total area of 0.6 square miles. The folks there enjoyed a peaceful, simple suburban life. There was a wal-mart, a mall, and many [...]
