One more story. One more collage. One more poem. One less tooth.
After months of trying to save one of my teeth it had to come out. I’ve gone through this before but it remains an existentially horrifying thing to have an area of your body anesthetized and then have that appendage yanked out by force.
A bridge will replace it. When installed I am naming it Brooklyn.
They wanted to do all kinds of other dental technological wonders in my mouth. I reminded them that I have no insurance—and not much money—and am going to be 70 in a few months. Just do what is necessary for me to not have to resort to exclusively apple sauce for another ten years or so.
I’m trying for ten more springs.
Words
ƃuıpɐǝɹ / reading ƃuıpɐǝɹ (Head Inside A Book)
Read, Writer!. ƃuıpɐǝɹ / reading ƃuıpɐǝɹ (Head… | by aleXander hirka | SNAPSHOTS | Medium
ƃuıpɐǝɹ / reading ƃuıpɐǝɹ (Head Inside A Book)
Art - visual and audio
Collage is my way of looking at things. In this case WIlliam S. Burroughs— as seen through paper/glue and audio mixing.
I Do Not Understand (a poem)
I Do Not Understand. No Trains To Goneland | by aleXander hirka | Medium
No Trains To Goneland
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And an even bigger thank you to the half of those who click on something in it to look at or read. :-)
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AleXander
And here—my life/art partner, Tammy Remington—shares about her hot health happenings.
The Fire Inside. No, Nancy, it’s not the heatwave | by Remington Write | Rogues’ Gallery | Medium
No, Nancy, it’s not the heatwave
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