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This Magic Moment in anticlimatic
You know that moment just after you’ve knocked over a glass of something, before you can physically react, when you just have to watch it fall and commence flooding of the immediate area? There’s...
Fool's Spring in anticlimatic
Felt like I had so much to say until I sat down to say it. For some reason my mind has been lingering on my pre adolescent years as of late, a period of time I’ve never been prone to dwelling on...
The Orange in anticlimatic
“I swear to God, my own personal hell would be having to watch you peel oranges forever.” “I peel oranges the same way anyone else does.” “No. It’s a whole thing with you. I can’t explain it.” “T...
Existentialist Nightmare in anticlimatic
Last night I dreamt I accepted a mission into outer space for reasons unknown in the near future. The mission was simple- rocket into space, away from earth, and just stay the course until findin...
And Little Lambs Eat Ivy in anticlimatic
I am not doing particularly well this dark and frigid evening. It’s hard to speculate as to why. The volume of possibilities are too numerous. The general feeling is one of joyless despair, of be...
February dreams of summer in anticlimatic
War With Nature in anticlimatic
The state is about to milk my small business of 10 grand to help replenish its covid depleted coffers, which is mildly annoying, but at least we were fortunate enough to remain open (and, indeed,...
Our Web of Atomized Worlds in anticlimatic
My niece, who is two, is very into blanket forts right now. She’s a very somber child, but if you put her in one she just sits in there by herself and grins. Her cozy little tent is always her fa...
Our Partisan Shit-Show in anticlimatic
The fuck happened to us? Mommy and Daddy used to fight fairly often, but at least back then they understood their dependency on one another; understood that they turned one another on, that they ...
Oh Heavenly Day in anticlimatic
It was bitterly bright and gloriously cold today. My fingers stiffened into brittle twigs in the dawn’s light on my front porch and not even the hot coffee between them could avail. I marked the...
Sky Valley in anticlimatic
Been thinking about the desert lately, and the trip there. The place in which I live is like a small valley, tucked away and hidden from the world like a green gem in a potted plant. The rolling...
Cold Sterile World in anticlimatic
I really can’t express often enough just how disappointed I am with the general direction the world has decided to to go. It’s so strange to remember living when Boomers were still the primary ma...
Fading Memories in anticlimatic
At some point yesterday, a million years ago, 20 years ago, I climbed out of a 1986 Mercury Sable (with a bench seat), and ascended the back porch stairs to my summer job at a cafe. The place sme...
Old Work Journal in anticlimatic
Found this old work journal of mine back when I worked maintenance for state housing. Lots of interesting characters there, I miss that job from time to time. THURSDAY, JULY 30TH 2015 Went to Hoo...
The Boughs of Summer in anticlimatic
Roasted over the asphalt oven The boughs of summer hang low Heavy with green Set to cool by the blue of the moon And the clarity of the stars
Insomnia in anticlimatic
Back in the day, if I only got two or three hours of sleep at night my subsequent day was wrecked- tainted by twisted thoughts and an overall greasy feeling; like a range cook top after too-long ...
Pot Handle in anticlimatic
Last night I had a dream I went two-tracking with Joe Biden. We found a bench in the middle of the woods and got out to sit down a while. At first it was fine, but then he started getting handsy ...
Sleep in anticlimatic
It’s been weeks since I’ve gotten a satisfying amount. Not sure if it’s the humidity, the midnight ice cream, or the absence of any degree of peace- mind, body, soul- meta and micro. A month afte...
Way of the peaceful Road Warrior in anticlimatic
We all have a distinct driving style. Can’t help but assume, based on how routine and repetitive it is, that most of the effort in navigating traffic occurs subconsciously. Stands to reason that ...
The Delivery in anticlimatic
It falls shorter than the promise. When I was young all my peers and role models were Gen X; passionate existential artists; fierce anti-establishment individualists- on a long path towards the c...
Life's a Beach in anticlimatic
Earth got lucky being just the right distance from the sun to both freeze and melt water at the same time- riding that line somewhere between the equator and the poles; between hot sand and cool ...
July 5th 1997 in anticlimatic
Whenever I think of the 4th, I’m always drawn into a very particular and fairly unlikely memory. I’ve had my share of parades, and fireworks, and BBQs, and traumatic events (an apartment complex ...
Lost in the throes in anticlimatic
What defines us? Today was full of rain, and even ten hours in I couldn’t bring myself to put down my tools and call it a day. I’m at a point I think, understandably so, where I am reevaluating m...
The Choice in anticlimatic
There comes a point in the grieving process when you have to make a choice. You can either miss the things that you appreciated, or you can appreciate the things that you miss. It’s an easy choic...
Chainsaws in the quiet in anticlimatic
The first memory I have of my dad was in autumn, when I was three years old, the day the muffler fell off of his ancient piece of shit Ford pickup on the way to collect wood. It was a 70s era pic...
