When the fog rolls over Detroit, I immediately lose sight of the city. Within moments, skyscrapers, steel, lights, signs, wonders, all disappear. Gone. The Ambassador Bridge, usually lining the horizon with spots of brightness, stoops into the river, grayed water seamlessly melting into blank sky. The world melts to bleakness. I live over a marina, … Continue reading The Other Side of the Boat
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Being in the Game
A splotch of black mud sits around the cold steel brace on the railing of my apartment balcony. The sun sinks over downtown Detroit, radiating off a slim green blade of grass that in a world of concrete and mortar has somehow sprouted, as if had no other splotch of mud been found over the … Continue reading Being in the Game

