JP's take on assignment #4
Hello, e'erybody. for our readership, we currently have one Rod moving to SF as we speak, via car, one Rod packing to move on Friday, one Rod living as a transient in Upstate New York, and one more actually learning and doing high intellectual thinking on a daily basis. We're going to become a bi-coastal rod soon, so be on the lookout for the dual-ocean hilarity that ensues. But if posts have been a little scattershot, that's why. Secondly, this assignment. I wasn't sure if we are supposed to provide a description of said dream, so I won't. Father Cyclops Blue Styrofoam pressed in with red wires stabbing out, a mother-of-pearl sphere dangling on the end. Galway, let me not chew chicken feathers again. Slats of wood arranged on pylons, jutting out over water, a saggy bridge, water shooting up between the cracks. My Father, eyeless and screaming on the end of the pier, the beating outsize pearl clutched in my hand. The mist turns bloody from exposure to the socket, th...