• At the bar

    The Orchid Room is a collaborative writing project. Anyone can participate. Just a leave a comment like talking to the bartender or one of the performers. If you would like a night on stage you can audition anywhere. This week the Orchid Room is proud to announce all new management. And we are serving food prepared by Wilbur Cox Jn. (Wil, to his mates.) The wine is supplied by the wonderful folk at The Grateful Palate.

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    • must mention mosquitoes & the bombardment of beetles July 23, 2008
      According to page 194 of my wonderful new Laws Field Guide to the Sierra Nevada (for review, see post one previous to this one), we are being bitten by 3 or possibly 4 different kinds of mosquitoes: black snow mosquito, common snow mosquito, and cool weather mosquito are the most likely culprits here at 7600′ [...]

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    • untitled poem in small-case letters. July 19, 2008
      click, click. with each click, one bird became nothing in the sky. my morning was a morning - it started with breakfast, a space seen through hotel blinds, in which there flew too many birds. so click. a word we underlined in pencil and wrote “onomatopoeia” in the margin. a cheap trick. i broke the stress relief thing over my keyboard - i spent some time vacumming up [...]

the burly woman

Posted on May 5, 2008 by rick mobbs

flicker, the burly woman, young now, not so burly, hair in a red scarf, pushing a shopping cart past the refrigerated meats, the juices, the milks and yogurts and on past the cheeses, teasing the toddler beside her, mindful of the infant in the seat of the cart. flicker, a shopping cart her decorated house on wheels, (she lives on the porch, under the backsteps… her portable hell, no children, no pets, no car, no partner, a snarl for the motorist yelling at her CRAZY OLD BITCH newspapers, clothes, wads of rags, flags stickers found objects, nameless things (she knows their names) attached to cart

dropping in the street like children lost again she must pick them back up she must she must SHUT THE FUCK UP she yells at the brittle horns, angry cars blaring noise, NOISE

flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker my name is rose, she thinks MY NAME IS ROSE

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One Response to “the burly woman”

  1. johemmant, on May 5th, 2008 at 10:03 pm Said:

    powerful, chilling.

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