Tag Archives: Detroit

Floor of Dreams


How the whole room sounded. . . .  The shirring, motorized mechanics, music boxes  complemented by the gentler, lovely tumbling sounds of wooden blocks–and suddenly kindergarten comes back into me, these wooden cruelties of building with imagination, dream-building, only to … Continue reading

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A Little Rain


I know this place. It’s wierd because I was there for new years and now I am here, at Westshore, and now Detroit is too. Spooky. What does Detroit want to tell me? I spent the bulk of my grade … Continue reading

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Detroit. Pictures. Germany.


Goodbye, my love, goodbye to the school, die Kirche, the place where we used to play. Auf Wiedersehen to the generations to the night life, to all that once was. Whose idea was it to take away a school, the … Continue reading

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What Happened to Detroit?


Room was cool which made me cold and was a bit distracting photos of places in Detroit were sad better days gone by and were the some of the same pictures I had seen at Blu Moon hard to believe that Detroit has lost its … Continue reading

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The Waltz – First Writings


Chessboard, cold, stringent- I fell into the midst of the mist New wood in old dust – Ghosts dance and twirl in the eddy of the tide Ballroom ants hide behind heaps of rubbish- mounds upon mounds of cascading discarded … Continue reading

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The “Big” Destroying Us


The smooth flooring, cold air, stale air filled with the scent of fresh paint. Music plays closely but also from a distance. Abandonment. Error. Small wooden pieces showing an eerie idea of chess. Chess, what an odd game, is it … Continue reading

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Something I Didn’t Want to Believe


While in the gallery the pictures of a foreign places were hung in frames. It awed me to think this was part of our country, an actual part of the United States, it floored me to think this was part … Continue reading

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