I’m waking up with money worries.
They used to give $1,000 for travel expenses.
You could fly to
Maybe I can get an economic stimulus program grant job
writing training courses for the unemployed. The WPA was
boon times for dirt archeologists. Surely there’ll be something for
the salvage archeologist of the Mall Builder culture. When Carson McCullers came,
she’d shriek, like a peahen. She was bothered by the lupus. Or was that Flannery O’Connor? I get them confused. A nice Catholic girl. Had Guilt.
Send you to Milledgeville. Send you to Milledgeville.
Send you to
The Hardhat Snood Writers Colony. You can park your
travel trailer in my driveway. Tent-camp in our yard.
Your kids can collect yard eggs and feed the chickens.
We’re only an hour’s drive from
Coffee and Guesthouse Bed and Breakfast in
Go to hear The Saunders Brothers.
John Waters buying Dog Fancy magazine.
I painted a pink flamingo. On a board.
I cut the outline out with a hand-held saber-saw.
I could call SEASIDE BLOG
THE MONTH OF MAGICAL THINKING.
I’m like a headhunter at
a C-47 to land with cases of Franco-American spaghetti
and boxes of Timex watches. Mantovani Orchestra will play “More,”
the theme from Mondo Cane. The gorge will rise.
I take antacid tablets for heartburn.
It’s always magical thinking
chez Jack the Raver.
