Blogging the Border

This thing is being squirrely and I can't finish the title, Blogging the Border... Not sure what is up with my phone. But I'll keep writing in strange places, all mobile-enabled, the best I can.

In Canada write now, but the U.S. soon. The border crawls and the time you hear about in Gaza and such makes sense. It's a different kind of time at a border crossing.

A lot to say about Canada, good times and I'll surely be back, maybe with a book or a band or who knows.

Sleeping bags
Tents
Torrential downpour
River beach
Thinking how people must get fluent in metric at some point, too
Music and music and more music, good and forgettable and eh
People from a over and kindness and fireside Canadians (the beer I mean)
Chicken and beef and peameal bacon

I see the guards up ahead

Location:Lewiston,United States

Thank you coffee, thank you Canada

Location:Upper James St,Hamilton,Canada

Send in the Shop Vacs!

Just typed this piece while I was shop vaccing water up in a friend's basement.

When the water was deep, I could just lay the hose down and type away on my phone until it needed emptying. Repeat.

It was an experiment in the grand tradition of "what the hell" and "don't expect much"... And it certainly wasn't much, but it was made possible by mobile phones and thumbs of fury (even on a touch screen)... Until I had to switch over to more manual vacuuming and stopped typing a while and my phone did some kind of hibernate that subsequently saved the title but not everything written.

There are at least three layers of lessons learned here, and they are -- for the most part -- all history repeating itself.

Location:Westmoreland Ave,Takoma Park,United States

I Do Love the Fall

This is green
Or purple or black

Stretching an arm's length up an arm

Stretching a yard over one shoulder than another

From the wrist and the fingers
The eyes and the muscles never stop

My favorite lines are never
My favorite lines are please

My favorite subjects tarry

September is around another corner

I'll run to the North and then again less so

There it will be on my doorstep
Before my throat closes

Location:Ferndale,United States

Here I Go

Again these horses for pinker skies.

Again southward bound and bound to stumble.

Again ascending, again descending.

Again the humidity.

Again horizons unfurled.

Again spotted stuff over the ocean.

Again we match these words to sounds, these sounds to memories and days and everything we thought would be.

Again what will be.


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Diving into The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, good times.

Location:Rent-A-Car Rd,Orlando,United States