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“This was the year that I fell in love with a tornado…”
Do stick figures dream of a third dimension? If they do, that dream springs forth from the creative mind-womb of Julian Porter in the form of his debut novella Hibakusha Don’t Eat Pop-tarts. On the surface, which is not completely … Continue reading
Posted in Blood and Whiskey, Book reviews
Tagged blog, blogging, book review, books, cats, coming of age, girls, growing up, Hibakusha Don't Eat Pop-tarts, journal, julian porter, life, literature, musings, people, review, thoughts, truth, update, whiskey, writing
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Poetry Review- Scott Laudati’s “Camp Winapooka”: A Nostalgiamageddon of Honest Stitchery and Confluence
My reading relationship with Scott Laudiati is still of a fairly young age; I’ve read Bone House while staying in downtrodden motels for work trips and fell in some kind of love I can’t yet describe. So like any curious … Continue reading
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Tagged amazon, blogging, bone house, book review, books, buy this book, camp winapooka, kindle, nostalgia, paperback, poems, poetry, real writing, review, scott laudati, thoughts, whiskey, words, writer
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In peeling back the skin on the monster, beneath the lizard scales she’s got perfect, silicone-free breasts, but when her mouth opens all I hear is: “NIGHTWORK”. I don’t want to like her, but I don’t want her to hate me either.
The adjustment is the real killer. Going from a daytime routine to picking up the wrenches and climbing behind the wheel of the truck, driving into the night so you can blast some holes in walls and maybe get something … Continue reading
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Tagged alcoholic, blog, blogging, boss, dayjob, drink, night shift, nightwork, overworked, shift work disorder, sleep disorder, third shift, well, whiskey, work, workflow, wrenchturner
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Tonight is all about channeling a little rage, and that guy’s blood is still smeared all over the road outside; it looks like some car’s oil pan gave up on life and splattered all of its aspirations all over the concrete
Every time I hear a noise outside the front door, I race to the peep hole and stick my eye as close to the void as I can. The inside of the glass eyepiece is dirty and around the rim … Continue reading
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Tagged accident, amputation, author, blog, blogging, coma, dad, death, drink, father, honesty, journal, reflection, self-loathing, suicide, tomorrow, truth, well, what if, whiskey, workflow, writer
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Six years later, thicker beard, looser composure
It’s been nearly six whole goddamn years since my last post, so I don’t know what the exact circumstances, causes, or logistics of my “blogging” sabbatical were. I think it may have had something to do with belligerence on my … Continue reading
