Posted October 28, 2015in Joe's Neighborhood
Her dangling foot hangs loose in the air, tapping to some silent beat as she talks. If you look closely, a spiral tattoo loops around the fine bones at the top of her foot. With a few twists of your neck, the words that make up the spiral become clear:
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Posted October 21, 2015in Joe's Neighborhood
“I was never pretty enough. I was never thin enough. I was never good enough. I was never smart enough.” The cold wind blows around the parked cars and down the buildings and up the broad sidewalks in the East Village. This taste of winter-to-come causes a quick shiver. A
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Posted October 14, 2015in Joe's Neighborhood
“Kilroy was here.” It’s simple enough, a slogan that accompanies a crude drawing of a bald head and eight fingers looking over a wall. Whatever its actual origin, it was graffiti that inspired hope and humor for GI’s in World War II. If Kilroy had already been there, then it
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Posted October 07, 2015in Featured Story, Joe's Neighborhood
Rain and cold and dark were all that awaited the women and children riding the late night bus when they were ordered off into the rain and cold and dark. Terrified. “The military men took all of us off the bus, and they put us in a line to wait
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Posted September 30, 2015in Joe's Neighborhood
If you’re all the way to the mermaid tank at the Des Moines Renaissance Faire, you’ve gone too far. This is understandable, because you were probably distracted and beguiled by the smiles and colors and beauty of the sights when you walked in the gate. How could you not be?
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Posted September 23, 2015in Joe's Neighborhood
“I don’t have any trinkets under the counter,” the man says as he looks at me, cheekbones smiling, eyes soft, freckles splattered across his face. “I only have service.” He stands in front of a rack of clothes that have been tailored and cleaned and are waiting for pick-up. His
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Posted September 16, 2015in Joe's Neighborhood
“Do you know how many stories are in these old barns?” I shake my head no. “Well, the frost comes into the barn, and everything that happens that winter freezes along the inside walls.” He pauses. Lost momentarily in the high timber of an imagined barn. He eventually continues… “You
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Posted September 09, 2015in Joe's Neighborhood
“I’ve had a good run on this kidney, but it’s about up.” Really? Who says that kind of thing? The school building lies low in the afternoon shadow of the golden Capitol. The Iowa State Fair is over. The legislature is long gone. The parking lots for the nearby government buildings
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Posted September 02, 2015in Joe's Neighborhood
A suburban Garden of Eden exists south of University Avenue in West Des Moines. Law offices, corporate buildings and restaurants are all set within wide manicured green spaces with flowers and trees and wide swept sidewalks. It’s all sparkly and fresh and new and clean. People show themselves only briefly as
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Posted August 26, 2015in Joe's Neighborhood
Wet with dew in the morning, dry and dusty by noon, the August grass is course and thin and dying. Even before each day gets too far along, the heat presses everything into the shade. Hot and heavy. Only the cicadas give voice as the birds and squirrels hide in
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