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A Riverine Christmas

December 20, 2020January 2, 2021 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

I drink coffee while everyone else is asleep. Alone in an armchair, I stare at the yellow rectangle of light coming from the kitchen. The furnace groans and floorboards creak. The house is like an old man farting. Five more years and it will turn one hundred. I think of the other families that have … Continue reading A Riverine Christmas

Cawing into the Abyss

December 14, 2020December 17, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

Crows assemble at this U of M tower like children around a birthday cake, hoping for the killing to begin so they can have lunch. You are fools they say, everyone is black until you pick our feathers. Each December they fill the sky along the river in flocks too numerous to count. Such gatherings … Continue reading Cawing into the Abyss

Homer Saves Springfield

December 6, 2020December 6, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

The man had trouble keeping up with his wife, grimacing as he hobbled behind her. The two boys ran far ahead of the both of them like unleashed puppies. The river flowed dark and cold to their right. It would be frozen soon and this realization made him as bleak in his thoughts as the … Continue reading Homer Saves Springfield

The Last Third

November 30, 2020December 3, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

With November upon us and the skyline a lattice of sticks, I think of The First Third--the posthumously published memoir by Neal Cassady. Cassady was Jack Kerouac’s muse, the Dean Moriarty of his famous novel, On the Road. I read both those books when I was about twenty. Kerouac admired Cassady for his frenetic energy … Continue reading The Last Third

Ashes of American Flags

October 23, 2020October 24, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

“I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the fallen leaves Filling up shopping bags” Wilco lyrics by Jeff Tweedy and Jay Bennett My son’s chain keeps falling off his bike so, like the dutiful father I am, I drop it off at the Hub repair shop. I feel anxious because … Continue reading Ashes of American Flags

Man on the Moon: an End of Days Soundtrack

September 25, 2020September 25, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

“That planet called “normal” is small and blue in the distance, close enough to see but too far away to touch.” Read more from “Man on the Moon” at https://atticusreview.org/man-on-the-moon-an-end-of-days-soundtrack/ https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dLxpNiF0YKs

Strange Days

September 22, 2020September 23, 2020 / crowcityblog / 1 Comment

As a bored, pimple-faced high schooler, I read a science-fiction story about a character who gets trapped on the wrong side of the mirror. Duped by his reflection, he lives in a world not quite normal—a dimmer alternate universe populated by imposters he does not love. I could not tell you the name of the … Continue reading Strange Days

Down by the River

August 16, 2020August 16, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

When I got home from work, the boy told me he wanted to go fishing. I paused before answering out of weariness. What I really needed was a cold beer and a hot shower. “Let your dad rest and get settled,” my wife said in support. “I’ll never say no to that,” I said. “We … Continue reading Down by the River

Graffiti Bridge

August 6, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

I decided to put the words and the worries aside and just take some pictures. The suburbanites hurtling over us in their cars had no idea about the art and the wonder below. I could leave the city, put myself deeper in debt and find a nice spot by some lake. I might catch bigger … Continue reading Graffiti Bridge

Underneath the Bridge

July 19, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

Gripping our rods and a bucket, I held back some bushes for my six-year-old son so he could go on ahead of me.  To my left, I noticed the sleeping bag underneath the bridge.  At the opening, where the head should have been, I saw a pair of red Converse All-Stars.  A dirt bike lay … Continue reading Underneath the Bridge

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