Category Archives: Loose Chunks of Debris

Fiction, semi-fiction, thoughts, essays, haiku, and all other posts that strike a chord.

Hector’s Descanso

“Hector was my god-brother. My dad was his godfather, and he was just like an older brother to me. In the Mexican culture, our culture, Godparents have a great role in our lives. They are our second parents. “Hector passed … Continue reading

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Farewell, my brilliant friend

We met in ’72 in the freshman dorms at UW Madison. We were 18, each assigned to roommates we wouldn’t have chosen if given a say. But, as our rooms faced each other, Betti “BT” Iwanski and I made the … Continue reading

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Protected: Chita and DaVi

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Descansos ’22

There are dozens I cannot stop for. Yet each one I pass inspires me to silence.

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Protected: My Lost Adolescence

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Descansos III – Details

Not long after crossing into New Mexico from Texas, I abandoned Interstate 40 for Highway 84 stretching from Santa Rosa to Las Vegas. It was a lightly-traveled two-lane ribbon through desert shrubs, but it had its collection of roadside memorials. … Continue reading

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Protected: My Father’s Notebook

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Shadows of Montreal

Awful week. I’ve nothing to add but music. Here’s an old song written by Toronto’s @jordansafer, engineered by McGill’s George Massenburg, sung by Myrrhine. Enjoy.

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The Long Hot Summer, 1967

I was 13 during my first riot lockdown. It was the summer of 1967 in Milwaukee, and, like dozens of cities across the U.S., race riots in poor neighborhoods were claiming lives and property. On July 30, a fight somewhere … Continue reading

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Descansos II – Cleansing

Descansos II. Cleansing. Continue reading

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