License Renewal

A crisp morning at that Secretary of State. A small group stands in line: 6 minutes to 9. I waited as long as I thought prudent, wanting a good spot toward the front – time being of the essence.. First in line is a bent over lady with a tripod cane. She is being harangued by a hooded figure a few people back. “Do you need to renew your license?!” says a gravelly voice from under a...
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Ode to a Forbidden Lake

  In 2013 a young man, tragically, drowned in North Twin Lake. Naturally, there were very strong reactions. I heard and read a lot of sensible talk about respecting the water, and making swim lessons available for children.  Really important things in an area with many lakes, and many drownings each year. But, after this drowning in that particular lake, there was an immediate and concerted...
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Here You Are

I found you This morning In the Bright Stillness before the day. Like a perfect stone Through clear water.
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Terrorism (A Dream)

I’ve been pursuing them and now, here, they are. They would be my friends, but something in them has broken. They respect me and, laughingly, tell me they’ve fucked up. The timer is set for only 10 minutes. Their car is 5 minutes away, and not reliable. I understand. I cannot honestly say that, having lived as they have, I would be better. Something in them has stopped. Become deeply...
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A Tale of Clem

Clem was abducted by a meth-crazed central michigan couple when he got out of his father’s Stretch Hummer to go potty in Lake City. They intended to ransom him but, in their drug and alcohol fueled mania, they instead embarked upon a chaotic road trip that ended with a slowly sinking car. In a swamp. At the end of a two-track. In Alabama. The couple wandered off into the swamp and were...
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Lawn Poem

O’ Lawn. Thou Slut. Whorish arbor of aberration. Willing firmament for every bastard seed. ‘Well Mowed!’ I say, too soon. From thence thine untamed, matted, desolation. A hundred score more skulking green intrusions rise o’r cowering grass, like gnarled middle fingers. ‘Fuck you, thou wankless dolt’ their harpy voices creech ‘and the 15.5 horses ye rode in...
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On The Nature of Evil

I know what evil is. I even got a picture of it. Evil is a drywall screw in a garbage disposal. Dress it up anyway you like. Paint it Ochre and write Om on it. Shine it to perfection. Question it’s necessity. Renounce your attachment to it. Call it a composter. Make yourself feel better. It still ain’t gonna spin right till you get the screw...
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Once more unto the beach

Calm morning. A few fisherman returning to harbor. The water is an inviting 60f, the air a bit warmer. The smooth water, (perhaps a full foot lower than the last time I was in) and calm, open sky invoke a sense of peace, space and freedom. I walk out on a newly formed sandbar and look at the tracks of various early morning denizens. Geese, ducks, raccoons, skunks, possums, Great Blue Heron,...
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Between Labor Day Weekend

I first noticed it Friday at the boat launch. People were edgy. “Not many more days like this..” I heard, ominously; the voice running a little high and tight. This is it: Labor Day Weekend. Its Sunday Morning and my approach is both strategic and tactical. I am up early. My plan: dive the pipeline and adjacent open areas. Test out my new mask and snorkel; maybe get some pictures. The...
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The Drums of August

They’re around other times, but August is when I encounter them most. They wander the plains of the great lakes in herds, like buffalo, grazing along the bottom. They’ve got special gear for grinding up hard stuff; Zebra Mussels, Crayfish and the like. Freshwater Drum are beautiful fish – with refined features and wonderful fins. Their eyes sometimes look almost like they have...
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Gar Love

Waves move through me as I float a few hundred yards out in West Bay; breathing toward the next dive. Shadows shift between the rays of light; seeming to expand and slow. A bright object appears in my peripheral vision; a leaf maybe, or a small stick. But it is moving, deliberately… In that moment when you first sense the presence of another, alien, awareness – and that you are...
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A Lawn Was Mowed

Nice weather A new serpentine belt new blades and an oil change.
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