What happened to the literary legacy of my father, Keith Kumasen Abbott?
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This box of Dots”good choice”the cashier saidafter he’d explainedhis black eyeIt was a beautywaltzed rightinto his epidurmis via a tumble down the stairsHe set the candy box aside, pointed his scannerat one of two bookswithout commentreading 1.99My second choice no sticker”This a children’s book?”he asked”Say yes,” he instructed meplacing Billy Collinsback down on the counterDays later I thoughthe hadn’t been too far from the truth.
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Travel Blog USA 2024. I am traveling to visit friends and family and to visit Keith Kumasen Abbott’s partial archives at the University of Western Washington in Bellingham where I will discuss my father’s missing materials. Where are they? What could Eldon and Terry Mast have done with them? August 16 – 27 Topics Include: A Discussion about Responsibility and Fraudulent Identity The Boarding House on Marion/Aryan Kelton Tim Hildebrand/Keith Kumasen Abbott’s materials Keith’s High School Friends and his Mother’s Oil Paintings The Cutting of Contact/My Mother’s Mental Illness A Visit to Tacoma’s Mountain View Cemetery X-Cel Feedmill/Keith’s poem Leonard Elwood Abbott Jr. Bethlehem Lutheran Church/My Norwegian Grandparents Visiting my Grandmother’s House in Tacoma after 44 Years Looking for Cheap Groceries at Dollar Store…
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Who was Mordecai? I am working on my father’s comic novel Mordecai of Monterey for (re)publication. And the character of Mordecai was based on a long time friend of my father’s, the poet Michael Sowl. And then there is the Miracle…
letthegravytrainrollphone callplease fill in form andreturn to recruiterdo you think they willgive me thirty eurosfor these booksunemployment officeone way appointmentno need to confirmthat back bike tireused up all the cash I gotfor those second hand booksanyway got some exerciseand that’s a winI guess
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Summer on the islandlong beaked birdsprod the groundand the grass is running*Near the sea arctic orchidstoo early for cloudberriestelevision crew circling the hoteland the grass is running*Red light on The Mermaid callsopen for ice creamseagulls swoop over the cemeteryand the grass is running*Friday clean house dayrhubarb soupbaby crow scratchingin the chimney pipeplop he drops downstares through grate windowand the grass is running
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It’s been nearly five years since my father passed, and I hope by the end of this year to publish one of Keith’s novels that has faded out of view. It’s a comic work and when asked how I am editing it, I reply that it’s more like I am retelling the story. Although I’m aware that he was given some advice, I’m not a hundred percent sure Keith actually had a serious editor for “Mordecai of Monterey” way back in the day. I’m discovering I have my work cut out for me. As I remember rolled up bills falling out of my father’s shirts when I was collecting the laundry back in 1984, I am pretty sure the inconsistencies from one paragraph to…
Magnanimity is a poem that reflects growing older and the feelings of panic and fear that surrounded us as we grow up that ease away over time because “it” hasn’t happened and we don’t want to think about these possibilities happening anymore. Perhaps modern life has less focus on church-going or religious practices and many don’t feel that religion has any purpose, certainly not as a backup plan when facing earthly dangers, and then again religion itself can be toxic and dangerous. It’s as if we have become more callous in a “getting-over-it” way and humanity has, in the meantime and as long habit, solved nothing when it comes to ending wars and strife.
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Visiting all 50 states is not really on my bucket list, but studies show that out of 50 states, 8 is the average number most Americans have visited. The average is 8 for Americans and for Europeans the average is 10 (this last statement is heresay and constitutes wild boasting). 1 Alabama X – Ah, in our early thirties we were coasting through the Redneck Riviera coincidentally around spring break time and my ex cohabitant with his age defying hyperdermis was carded. I wasn’t. 2 Alaska – No, but about a hundred years ago, one of my relatives got mauled by a bear up there. Might have even been one relative on each side. People still talk about these bears + their mauling. 3…
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All that I readis not my storypiled under piecesof furniture I’vecollected books from other people’s bookshelves like the air delivers dust and in myhome it gathers in the form of blocks of prose behind my reading chairunder the wardrobejammed against the wallbetween the kitchen and the bathroomjust in case I might pause midway for some literature.
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