Tag Archives: my two sense

My Two Sense: Rainbow Highway

Streaking in a silver bullet, cutting stacks of water walls, moping the exterior torrent.  It’s a perfect Japanese comfort pod though my muscles tense in spite of it – anticipating an unrequited role in the heroic effort at hand. Then I enter my first rainbow.  Yes, I drive inside a rainbow.   My vision is hopeless, […]

My Two Sense: 94 Bus at Rush Hour

I stand in the aisle to make room for all the meat in this freezer.  My arms are extended out in “Y” formation to clutch the cold bars, holding my stance steady as the vessel lurches and rumbles under my feet.  Sticky skins wick with delight. Even above the crying baby I hear the story […]

My Two Sense: Gas Station in Saint Michael, MN

I’m sitting in my car next to the gas pump listening to the hard rain.  It’s falling in that way that sounds like rolling pebbles.  I can hear engines murmuring nearby and a man chattering violently on his phone about how people give you looks when you buy less than $5 in gasoline. I got […]