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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Today's OneWord: Forklift

Someone drank too much whiskey and tried to operate the forklift that had been abandoned outside the warehouse where business used to boom. The whole thing toppled and pinned the poor bastard to the ground, and he bled profusely from both his nose and mouth, and he wound up unresponsive by the time he was carted to the hospital. I was just starting as the intern of a surgeon when I saw his wife crying over his body, which had been connected to a spider web of metal and plastic tubes.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Tonight's Poet Corner: The Last Frontier

The Last Frontier
by Belinda Roddie

Kissed a girl in Skagway:
She tasted like men's cologne
and sweet molasses. She had
the mouth of a mine and veins
built from gold. She was dressed

to the nines in flannel and black
boots, and she told me her great-
great-great grandfather found
a fortune while the Yukon still
bore fresh footprints on its face.

After, we kissed, she let me stay
in a lodge with log shoulders tanned
by the Alaska sun. I never
made it back to the cruise ship;
I wonder if my wife misses me.

Today's OneWord: Staircase

I stayed on the first floor while my family went up to my grandfather's office. This was because I could not go up the staircase on my own, and there were no wheelchair accessible ramps or elevators to take me to the second story. My brother had offered to carry me, but I laughed and shook my head.

"You go say hi," I told him, "and just meet me down in the lobby."