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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (July 18, 2014)
Street roots July 18, 2014 Ghost town freewrite by Avendor The military green canteen sits on the dusty countertop, it will be needed. The evening sun provides the only light for this shadowy room, and this seems fitting. The journey is about to begin, as a snake cools itself under the front porch. The madman’s writings are complete, and need deliverance. I have volunteered for this task. This man is not just a writer though, he cleans warehouses at night., And this is important for him, for he feels obligated to be a worker as well as a philosopher, commentator, analyst, and problem solver. ; The money he gets horn working goes first to his simplistic life, and then to the World Wildlife Fund and a child in Ecuador and now I am his envoy, if you will. So I’m off to take a Greyhound to New York to stay with relatives while I seek a publisher. This scares me, as I am not in the best mental state. As I have fears leaving this quiet outpost, , but this is important. And so my summer begins with a trial. While others are going to parties with James Mercer and Brian Burtona at beautiful old homes in hip flower laden neighborhoods. I carry the first and third World on my lonely shoulders. But hopefully things open up for me soon, that these fears cannot help but to run and I feel once again like an ocean being warmed by the sun and walk out of this Sanitarium emanating joy for everyone, Selah..., Civil Silliness by William Adams Has your day been pretty mundane? Are you standing in line at the grocery store right now? Wanna have a little fun, possibly liven up other people’s day too? You may even teach someone something new. My friends and I have done this before, And if it all works out, And most times it does, You will be amazed by the results. When you get to the cashier, Ask them if they accept Federal Reserve notes. When I did this before, the cashier had no idea what they are: This person then will call the manager, After all the discussing, Calling people, And scurrying about trying to figure out What a federal reserve note could possibly be, The conclusion finally comes followed by a dirty look. When you are finally walking out’, Do yourself a favor, Don’t look back. There are most likely a few angry people in the line. Paper or plastic, sir? Casting by Ron Saroff Watch fishermen so patiently sitting casting casting with pleasured smile the next catch sure to come. Never a fisherman I cast for memories, friends long gone kindly relatives passed questions unasked history unknown sparky arguments not concluded. Now casting casting little hope of fresh catch dry memories only. Thoughts uy wimrervaTi cg Thoughts are like feathers They float free in the breeze one drifts along and lands on my face. And then I sneeze Got a Kleenex? A meal, a smile, a hug, a listening ear - FULL PLATE PROJECT— All of these fill our plates, and our hearts at Sisters Of The Road. Be a part of our Full Plate Project! Everyone deserves a Full Plate. Your donations through JULY 31st are matched I : I $25 becomes $50! www.sistersoftheroad.org
