Criticism. Essay. Fiction. Science. Weather.
week:
1A piece removed. 2Come eat it.
Or don't. 3Wine, Shoulder, Bolt, Socket. 4Mothbombs 5On the road with your only soul. 6One woman's trash is another woman's treasure 7Aliens! Right here in America! 8It's not as crazy as it sounds
or, music is as music does 91) Sign.
2) Hope for the best. 10A friendship in a bottle. 11A five-year-old tries his hand at action adventure. 12Will the circle be unbroken. 1390ways' first Quaterly Review rages on:
2 samples of Fiction. 14Muscles and fat.
A thin layer of sweat. 15Fiction goes serial.
Part 1 has sex and drugs.
You know you want to stay tuned. 16Our fiction serial concludes to cure your
vertigo from last week's cliff-hanger. 17An iced-out 21-speed sensation: The Moves are
all up on your handlebars. 18We're all in this together.
Except those bastards in administration. 19Jilted, laughed at,
and in the air. 20Swirling and swirling... 21You can't make yourself like them, but you have to pretend because they are your family. 22How well do jewel cases retain odor?
About as well as you stink. 23It's black and white. It's old world.
It's photo time. 24Piggy calls, wanting to sell you insurance.
This is what's on the other end of the line. 25A long pause, then, 26Fiction's Second Qaurterly Review
can speak Italian. 27It's only bread, after all. 28It's job search time at 90ways. 29George W. Bush's resting heart rate and a bum in a green sweater. 30Antique weaponry and teenage angst.
Together at last. 31One-hundred-fifty-three syllables
of October fun. 32there is only
self 33She's cold to the touch.
Cold and pebbly. 34Gut-wrenching love.
And wallabies. 35Building a habit out of ivies and orange flowers. 36A 90ways exclusive sneak peak at the
new and groundbreaking Alphabet Book. 37Type it with one hand and
see what happens 38A face any susbsitence farmer could love. 39The Quarterly Review: read it again for the third time. 40For every task, someone is the best.
Sometimes that's impressive. 41I didn't get a computer;
I moved to Indiana. 42A piece removed. 4390ways has new concerns about identity theft. Lock up the children and your sense of self. 44time. eyes. deep sighs. 45I know there's a place 4690 stars are born. 47I had to ask. 48It's about sex.
But isn't that always the way with classical music? 49The epistolary form in the 21st century.
Complete with neuroses and unpunctuation. 50There is no end to the party. 51Rockin to the sweet sounds of prepared food. 52Of or pertaining to. 53Including spaces, this blurb is 90 characters. Ways, words, characters. It is a leitmotif. 54Minnesota. Miami. Poetry in 90ways' Fiction.
It's the best of all worlds. 55It lives and breathes and is hungry for carnival food. 56A piece removed. 57The curtain is being pulled back... 58Up in the Fiction house! It's a bird. It's a plane.
It's an illustralogue! 59The hat, in all honesty, is a private matter. 60Putting up with all the doth. 6190words strike terror into the hearts of the longwinded. 62Return of the illustralogue! 63Take one down, pass it around,
blow your nose. 64A piece removed. 65The First Quarterly Review wants
you to meet its little friend. 66From our servers to your ear buds!
It's misguided enthusiasm, in podcast form! 67Questions for the man himself.
Plus, the podcast adventure continues. 68No one would ever use Starbucks
to define their identity. Right... 69Don't you remember the rose clipped under my windshield wiper like a butterfly under a pin? 70Oh, it's nothing.
Oh, it's life-threatening disease. 71It's not you. It's me.
And my Eurasian captors.
72Root, root, root for the brisk
sale of anything possible. 73Look within the very bowels of the soul.
Or at least your mother. 74We're not strangers any more. 75He knows of what he speaks. 76I find that often times I'm quite
mature enough to enjoy a few beverages. 77He is licking me.
I don't like it one bit. 78Our favorite stuff is coming 'round the mountain, again. 79A wooden-back brush and a homemade bowl of oatmeal. 80A man's home is his... 81Fack to the Buture. 82This dude pulled back on his nose
and mucus and unleashed a city. 83The polls are in. 93% of respondents do not approve of the monkeybone lodged in their lower lip 84Like a thirsty man in the desert 85Taxpayer dollars wasted on broken egg. News at eleven. 86She loves her red octopus.
She will chew it to death. 87Bubbling, gurgling, fighting a moment to stay afloat. 88Molting our pasts into the air... 89The Return of 90 Words 90It comes but once a... ever. 91Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, the end of the Fiscal Quarter. 92The 540 word circle is now unbroken. 93An emptying out of the animus, perceived as tranquility
94All roads lead to South Dakota. Or at least the I-90 does, anyway. 95He laid down his whittling knife and he and his brother took up arms in rage. 96Drinking manhattans made with a good bourbon, and strong. 97Living white and pudgy, I never expected much for myself. Now, I could tell that was true. 98A few gestural lines towards the thought of death. 99Rest in peace.
I know I will. 100And then we played baseball and then we played army and then we were best friends. 101We torn holes in sheets and became ghosts for each other's pleasures. 102I looked at the pictures of you, twenty years old,
sometimes skinny and sometimes your face a soft moon.
103Fingers clutching little trinkets of the day... 104All roads lead to South Dakota. Or at least the I-90 does, anyway. 105Everywhere signs of an interstice arriving. 106What you see and what you believe are two different things. 107It was as if a million literary ghosts poured from its pages, moaning to be set free. 108So what if too many times we have been here, both
lost in our machinations...
Text from the Governor's Endorsement
Judson Merrill
Good afternoon.
Many of you have asked me, repeatedly and at times inappropriate, whether I had any plans to endorse one of the candidates vying for the available senatorial seat. I have told you no every time. I have told you no because as governor of this great state, and as a candidate myself, years ago, staying mum on anything of political significance has been my pleasure and my privilege. But today I am going back on those four months of nos. Today, it feels so good, so tasty, to say yes. Do not take me for a backpedaling politician, but rather behold a newly impassioned member of the electorate.
Frankly, until now, I have steered clear of this campaign because I was turned off by the petty lack of regard for our children being the future. But this sandwich, whose candidacy, make no mistake, I am endorsing today, and for the rest of my life, this sandwich is a candidate committed not only to our children but also kittens, summer rains, and Santa.
Now there have been those of you who have wanted to cover this campaign as a horse race or a sideshow. There have been those of you who have given more coverage to a candidate's hair or what type of a sandwich this sandwich might be than health care or how much the different candidates support our troops. But above the dim roar of you media types, one candidate has not been swayed by the ballyhoo. One candidate has consistently discussed policy while looking to bridge generations and gaps and centuries. One candidate is chock full of mayonnaisey goodness. And that candidate is the sandwich!
We cannot let bitterness and acrimony tear us apart in our desire to win back this country, and that's more true now than ever. The sandwich has not stooped to the level of his opponents, slinging mud, calling names, pointing fingers. Instead he has always persevered in the very face of perseverance. He has outlined policy after policy with aplomb and derring-do. He has called for universal health care for all, including everybody. He has demanded college loan tax breaks, which are currently being taxed without breaks. He has relentlessly and peerlessly peered and relented. And for all of that, and yes, for being a sandwich in a political environment dominated by white men of privilege, for all that, I salute the sandwich. The sandwich, I am proud to be on this stage with you today and I will be proud to have you as my senator. You are great and terrific and fun to be with.
I am not a deaf man. I have heard the criticisms leveled at the sandwich. I have watched the debates in which he has been alternately spurned and witheringly attacked. And because he is too good and too mute to answer these charges, because he prefers to embrace pastrami instead of hollow rhetoric, because he cares most about those challenges facing regular Americans, I want to take a moment for rebuttal.
Firstly, there are those who argue the sandwich is getting into this race too late. To them I say it is never too late for our seniors to be a community of values. Just ask Tom Delaney, a senior I met the other day who has been choosing medication bills over grocery bills for so long he told me he wanted to eat the sandwich. Imagine that, if you can. Being so desperate you wanted to eat a senatorial candidate. That's the state our current administration has brought this country to and no, it is never too late to fight back against that injustice.
Secondly, there is the allegation that the sandwich is too angry, too impassioned, to win in November. This charge is as ludicrous as it is fabricated. I've never seen the sandwich get mad, or display human emotion of any kind. If that's not electable, I don't know what is.
Finally, the sandwich has his detractors who say this country is not ready to have a sandwich on Capitol Hill. Rubbish and poppycock. Now is exactly when we need a new perspective in Congress. I am tired of the old perspective which has refused, again and again, to be new. It's time to put someone in Washington who has a track record of bringing meat and vegetables together, not rending them apart. It's time to elect a senator who knows the price of a loaf of bread!
Ladies and Gentlemen, as well documented by yourselves, I stand before you today a man who will soon retire from politics. I have nothing to gain here except for rampant political influence in Congress at the exact moment that I move into the lucrative private sector. I am as disinterested an endorser as you're likely to find out here on the hustings. So when I say the great thing I am about to say, when I look you and all of America in the eyes and drop this gem, you can damn well know I mean it! When this state goes to the ballot boxes in November, I will vote early, I will vote often, and I will vote sandwich! And I will do it with a light heart, a heart buoyed by hope for the future, a heart alive with the possibility of real change. A heart that beats for the sandwich!
Thank you, I love you. God bless.