Return to teenage
mind between limbic brain and prefrontal to imagine Persephone spitting dirt
and cobwebs Rip Van Wrinkle stretching limber limbs first thing on your tongue let
it rise up Ambient and sleep tweeter denial another drug of choice make for
home again barefoot and blind the trail long cold crumbs long gone and here is
your fresh start fresh as a wound and wounds love honey blood in the honey iron
sweet so is a cardinal’s jubilation every resonate note an arrow straight stand
straighter feet planted in a new look whipped up rainbow open network fetid breath
in shadow homecoming more cobwebs to lace up a wandering detail Lilith wailed Mary wept it dissolved the accretions it shed skins so the center can fly apart
you let it like the cottonwood see adolescents do this daily.
May 4, 2020 Today’s idea – What has the fog of our modern conveniences begat? I read an article last night published in 1950 by Berton Roueche’ titled The Fog . In October 1948, a toxic smog settled on the borough of Donora, PA. This town is tucked away on a meander of the Monongahela River in the Allegheny Mountains. During that time, it was home to three huge mills, a steel plant, and a zinc and sulfuric acid plant. The towering factory stacks of these industries pushed out thick plumes of coal smoke all day and all week. Also, given the town’s proximity to the river, boats and trains added their emission to the cocktail. To seal the deal, Donora sits in the topography of secluded bluffs and hills that allow for little or no wind to carry the smoke and fumes out of town. So the place was known to be a smutty, smokey mess, tolerated by residents who referred to the sulfurous stench as the smell of money. On this weekend in October, a thermal inversion put a tighter li...
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