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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

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

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

Sons of Liberty

May 17, 2020May 18, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

      They finally gave us washable cloth masks at work.  When I brought one home, my wife commented that it looked like a young girl’s panties.  That thought had definitely not occurred to me.  Soft, small, white and, yes, cottony.  That is, after Emily said it, what they looked like.  I couldn’t get … Continue reading Sons of Liberty

Macabre Mailboxes and a Minneapolis Murder Mystery

December 7, 2019July 8, 2020 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

As a letter carrier, I get paid to walk in circles.  It is not such a horrible thing to stroll through the same neighborhood every day, although the job does get dull and the weather is sometimes horrible.  Like any walker, I note the banal passage of the seasons.  I had forgotten this collection of … Continue reading Macabre Mailboxes and a Minneapolis Murder Mystery

Crows

November 3, 2019October 28, 2020 / crowcityblog / 3 Comments

My brother gave me an album of photographs and important papers that my father left behind.  I keep it out of sight in the basement.  But sometimes, late at night, when the rest of my family is asleep, I drink too much wine and think about the past. Barrel-chested and powerful, my father sits on … Continue reading Crows

Roswell City Limits

October 26, 2019 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

My father died on February 25th, 2012. He was 67 years old. He had made an appointment to see a doctor that day, but the pain got to be too much and he ended up dialing 911. He had a perforated stomach that led to septicemia which is a bacterial infection of the blood. He … Continue reading Roswell City Limits

Black Brains

October 18, 2019October 21, 2019 / crowcityblog / Leave a comment

The first person I ever knew with cancer was my grandmother.  It killed her when I was about fifteen.  Growing up, we drove to Watertown, South Dakota and visited my father's parents once or twice a year for the holidays.  My grandfather had been a gunner in the Army Air Corp in World War II.  … Continue reading Black Brains

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