Broken Heart Tour -- Day Four |
Day Four August 10, 2007 I woke up in mid-bounce as the bus moved through eastern Washington state. I lay on the floor beneath a mounted shelf secured with bumpers and full of book...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 10:21:00 PST |
Broken Heart Tour -- Day Three |
Day Three August 9, 2006
Like a king, I woke up on a still and quiet mattress. I didn't know where I was at first, then flash...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Sun, 06 May 2007 11:39:00 PST |
The Broken Heart Tour -- Day Two |
Day TwoAugust 8, 2006 Day Two Sleep inevitably happened to me. I'd been awake for long enough to where I simply blinked and dozed off before I could re-open my eyes; I awoke with vague recollections...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 02:52:00 PST |
The Broken Heart Tour -- Day One |
Day OneAugust 7, 2006 &n
bsp; At first, I couldn't sleep in the bus. After Gregor returned from Virginia Beach in the retired Virginia Beach I...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 06:55:00 PST |
Broken Heart Tour -- Day Zero |
The Broken Heart Tour Day Zero August 6, 2006
Very few if any of us believed that P-Slave would leave Denton to t...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 10:24:00 PST |
Invaders from the North |
The Danes, they came a chargin'
unto the rage of thunder,
upon our land a bargin',
to conquer, kill, and plunder.
Striding through the meadows,
across the fields and knolls,
beyond...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:52:00 PST |
Ode to Sean McClusky |
Amidst a field of clover
on a Scottish night so fair
when ya kept me bendin' over,
or with me legs up in the air,
distinctly I remember
yer crotch was vile with must.
Aye, distinct...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:51:00 PST |
Palindrome for Ethan Bell |
Palindrome for Ethan Bell
Signing is not, new pet son. Pass awe? Not so! No green I plan. I dog & Miss, I hog; I say, "no best-fill lasts"; I'm red now & still, I hate new. Now go, fat asleep u...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:49:00 PST |
Six Disturbing Palindromes |
"No, Keep Rod on," a brute lisps. "I'll rig a Tulsa siren, rut an item. Albinos, Mister [B]ret Simson, I blame. "Tina Turner is a slut," a girl lisps. "I let urban odor peek on."
35 words/123 ...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:48:00 PST |
Chapter 3 of DETROIT STORIES: The Waiting Place |
Published in the Jabberwock Review, 2005
Chapter 3: The Waiting Place (1,843 words)
Because my grandfather used whatever rickety, piece-of-shit vehicle he owned to peddle and transport vacuum cleaners...
Posted by Michael Constantine McConnell on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:15:00 PST |
