Tag Archives: real world
In Less Than a Day’s Time
Four boys glow on the porch of the mountain cabin. The morning sun tints them in orange. Their denimed legs create infinite shadows down the rippling floorboards. The dew-soaked, bark-stripped, rough-hewed, corner-post Ponderosa steams from the warmth. The west side of the cabin and the unkempt meadow grasses shiver in the shade and the frost. [...]
Thinking of Gwenyth
I watched Iron Man again yesterday. Alone because friends were unavailable and I refused to wait—plus, you only have some many opportunities in this household to ditch the kids and go out at all. I’m not a reader of the comic surprisingly, so I know nothing of the canon. While the X-men which I’ve read [...]
Day 135: Too Much Time on My Hands
Originally here. I’m really in my office. Thirty-four floors above the 16th Street Mall in downtown Denver, Colorado. I feel as if I am in a Polaroid from the 70′s. The blues faded, the reds indistinct, and the blacks turned a sickly green. The “Welcome Back Kotter” t-shirt I’m wearing is an iron-on and the [...]
Day 134: Paradise Theatre Overhaul
I’m really in my office. Thirty-four floors above the 16th Street Mall in downtown Denver, Colorado. I feel as if I am in a Polaroid from the 70′s. The blues faded, the reds indistinct, and the blacks turned a sickly green. The “Welcome Back Kotter” t-shirt I’m wearing is an iron-on and the collar isn’t [...]
Day 92: The Man Comes Around
“The whirlwind is in the thorn trees. It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks. Till Armageddon no salaam, no shalom.” Johnny Cash provides musical accompaniment to my morning writing. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Buchard Frels walked in the morning. From a distance Buchard looked like he might entertain as a clown at children’s [...]
We Need a Balloon