We came for the moss, herons and egrets.
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National Character Assassination
I don’t need to go through everything. I write this for me, not you, and plenty has been said already.
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sweet freedom
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all we want is everything is never enough
(@ Ax-Man Surplus, St. Paul, MN)
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our trolls are no face
Didn’t hit the right notes, speak the right language. Convince of a future of further dismantling.
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keeping America clean, honest
Guy waiting for the bus laughed at me of course.
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century of the self
Y’all cogs are fools, capitalistic tools, me too tis of thee, all sorts of angst I thought I’s over, sidling up to thirty.
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whos laughing now
A selection of Chinese-made American fireworks. My favorite is Baby Boomers, with the sad, frustrated adults.
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hit return hit home hit shift hit control hit end hit escape hit delete
The further I move into the future, the farther I am from the moments felt fleeting.
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recapped
It was safest to walk down the center of the street, Minneapolis iced up mulling deep the responsi-liabilities, post-Christmas economy crash cow, it’s on us, you know. For worshiping idle, being economical, our faults, for knitting our own scarves to keep warm and our pennies, kill ourselves for loonies (MAD MEN!) how we’ll hang from…
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keeping my nose clean
Though several days have passed since the election of the Next President of the United States, I haven’t updated since, and so: My guy won! Woohoo!
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i went to the animal fair
The birds and the beasts were there.
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being a good american
When I first heard months ago that the Republican National Convention would assemble in St. Paul, a tic tore through my body, psychosomatic dread and detestation you’re not welcome don’t you dare shield your faces in my city. Worst, my howled-raw voice and middle fingers wouldn’t be there. I thought about it—taking break from idyllic…
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let the shames begin
Torn at the moment, an eight-year affair, two years divorced but I’m so goddamned close it’s all I can do to keep from crying just wanting to be there.
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minneapolis mer
I’m pretty sure they’re mine. I know they’re mine.
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what will i done
My train leaves in 6 hours. I know people who know people who have taken the same train just to take it—the journey the destination across the plains and through the mountains it’s so gorgeous, just you wait westward bound on the shamelessly named Empire Builder. When my dad was a little boy, he took…
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we are what america looks like
On April 28, 2006, I took a half shift at work to join my brother Sam on the steps of Northrop at the U of M campus for a metrowide student walkout war protest. The last antiwar march I went to, the United States wasn’t even at war yet. This was over three years ago,…
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not safe for humans
i swore i wouldn’t watch it. the moment i heard it happened, i swore i didn’t want to see. it was linked from a friend’s site. “not safe for work, life, humans” is all it said, and curiosity clicked. when the media player stalled at the opening, i knew immediately this is it but only…
