some things never change (except the ‘prop bottle’ of whiskey). hobart calendar pic 2008 & july 4th, 2014 pic, mackinac island. what what.
Cue the 8-bit music
and don your sweat suit.
You’re running the causeway
today. I’ll be the coach on bicycle.
The ocean will pixelate behind us
as the sky darkens to virtual rouge
and you level up ready
for Soda Popinski or King Hippo.
from “Little Mac Let Himself Go and Gets Upset Now When the Pilot Light Blows Out on His Water Boiler”
(via jazzy-chazzy)Millions Millions
They’re coming for you….
Coolest book gif yet?Jim Ruland
Red Deer, Alberta
I saw this all the time on the weather report when I was in Banff. Seemed a colder kind of place.
These paintings seem super Hobart-y.Dark Silence In Suburbia
There’s actually no such thing as an adult. That word is a placeholder. We never grow up. We’re not supposed to. We’re born and that’s it. We get bigger. We live through great storms. We get soaked to the bone. We realize we’re waterproof. We strive for calm. We discover what makes us feel good. We do those things over and over.Micah Ling, “Bon Iver: Holocene,” published in Hobart (via bostonpoetryslam) Boston Poetry Slam
Flying in formation, Shaun Kardinal
see: Adam Novy’s The Avian Gospels.
(Source: shaunkardinal)Shaun Kardinal In-Progress
tiny ghost hands
I don’t know why it took me so long to read Sasha Fletcher’s poems but dang I’ve got some catching up to do.