Category Archives: By Dan

This is what had been kept from them

I never knew that there had been so many frat-boys, jocks, and town-eccentrics present at the creation of the Port Huron statement. They had gathered in the library of the University. A guy in the foreground with an athletic build … Continue reading

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idea for a story

What if there was some kind of post-apocalyptic situation where the world was massively depopulated but people still gathered every Saturday night to perform Saturday Night Live at the SNL studio?  Only now, it wouldn’t be so hard to be … Continue reading

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Why is it that the memory of the ’91 Los Angeles uprising is now most vivid within the community of whales living in around Atlantis?

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Talking to horses after the apocalypse

My hand is hard because it is East. When my hand is soft it is North. Now “it” has happened and it is autumn. I finally catch up. Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me I scream inside … Continue reading

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Straightening my spine, despite my moobs

Then, at the theater… I watched him sitting alone after the performance, oh god, my twenties. The curtains looked like black ghosts.  In another room, noise practitioners slagged song-structured scenesters in a rough equivalence of white rappers dissing other white … Continue reading

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Three scenes from a novel

The scene is the entrance hallway of a dilapidated mansion on the coast of the Atlantic ocean.  We are participating in an inter-generational sea shanty sing-along.  The leader of the sing suggests we sing a song by Sonic Youth.  His … Continue reading

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If she reads this she will know

Ed, is this yours? Uh, what? Apparently there was now a grapefruit-sized, blue ceramic ball on the kitchen table. Cynthia put it on top of the bookshelf. Here are some things that were the same for Ed at work that … Continue reading

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Disorganized attachment

Yesterday, I came across a picture book I read as a child that I have not thought of since. Cross out the sentence above. Write something about yourself that you are afraid for him to know. You will be asked … Continue reading

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These are the names of songs I love

first the moon was orange and now the moon is white I was in the kitchen thinking about a city I’d never been to later, we were watching a profoundly disabled child she was walking with a red walker as … Continue reading

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Birds seen September 18 at Look park

one blue heron, two hawks, two woodpeckers, geese flying overhead

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