The Featured Post Blog

A collection of the featured posts as they appeared on mo'time

by: dpassmore

This little blue dog with the sad eyes sat on my dresser for years. He held bits of pencils, knives, chewing gum, and later, as you can see from the burn marks, cones of incense. He was dusted once or twice over the years, The yellow discoloration on him is from my parents 2 packs-a-day (each) smoking.

This little dog is a figure in one of the most meaningful dreams of my life.

When I was a junior in high school, my father came home from work one day via the emergency room. A large steel plate, the size of a piece of standard plywood sheeting, had grazed the front of his body. He had cuts on his face and bruises all down his body where the plate had fallen forward and scraped him. Luckily he wasn't underneath the plate.
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posted by: howard at 18:42 | link | comments |

by: SlidingBilly

Every day, I ride the local commuter rail line between my home and the office I work at in downtown Chicago.  This train line goes through the western suburbs and the west side of Chicago.  That means that every day, I see the innumerable empty, weed-choked lots that litter that part of Chicago.  I ride past blocks that have more empty lots than houses, where concrete slabs that once supported buildings now lay bare, occasionally serving as parking spaces.

These are hardly new, these hundreds of empty lots.
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by: astrid

four-thirty in the morning and she leads us through the failing crowds into a building with staircases disappearing upwards into each roof corner. the smoke is so thick you can catch it with your fingers tips and there are people leading up and away from each other in various directions.

two levels later and we are in a room typically sydney victorian architecture high ceilings and smooth floors. the paint is dark red and the lights dim and aloof. the dj is slumped insouciantly over a nina simone record and crowds of people smoulder and sink like sopping sedate fish on couches.
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