My Interstate 90 Breakdown
from the front - eastbound c. 1p.m. today
from the rear - just shy of the Rt. 611 exit
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John Burroughs,
a.k.a. Jesus Crisis, is a pacifist, poet, playwright, musician, composer, bibliophile, and seeker in Elyria, Ohio.
Co-founder (with Dianne Borsenik) of the monthly Lix and Kix Poetry Extravaganza and the annual winter wordfest known as Snoetry, John is also the founding editor and publisher for Crisis Chronicles Press and a regular contributor to the Cleveland Poetics and Ohio Poetry Association blogs. Since 2011 he has served as the OPA's webmaster pro tem.
John founded a loose association called Poets of Lorain County, under whose auspices he's hosted regular open mic and featured poet events at the Avon Lake Public Library and the Lorain Arts Council's 737 Gallery, as well as the PoetryElyria series at Jim's Coffeehouse and Diner, the Scott M. Duncan Photography studio and other venues in his hometown.
John's work has appeared on stages in four states, as well as in numerous journals, and he is the author of six poetry chapbooks, including:
Water Works (Recycled Karma Press, 2012)
Electric Company (Writing Knights Press, 2011)
6/9: Improvisations in Dependence by Jesus Crisis (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2009)
Identity Crises by Doug Manson, JC and Bree (Green Panda Press, 2009)
Bloggerel by JC (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2008)
Two broadsides featuring his work, For Change Is and Low Kay Shun, are available from NightBallet Press.
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The Tao of Jesus Crisis: My Interstate 90 Breakdown
from the front - eastbound c. 1p.m. today
from the rear - just shy of the Rt. 611 exit
Heavens to Betsy...
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obviously a little time on your hands till the tow truck arrived?
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Lo the mighty are brought low
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Ironically, on the high way....
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Curious if you read poetry to the passing cars as they went by...
Perhaps performing a shtick on the side of the road would have gotten you some assistance... a novel thought.
Sorry.. this bring so many rich images to mind.. I can't imagine a poem not coming out of this... maybe a haiku about alternator reality or something..
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I abstain from making any comment whatsoever.
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Besides the one you just made?
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I probably should've; but as soon as I took these, an unpleasantly cold rain hit. And though I took my journal, when I went to write I realized I didn't have a pen in my pocket, book bag or car (three rarities).
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NO PEN! That's a first....
Life is always an adventure Mr B.... grab it by the horns every chance you get. Make lemon meringue pie when you can.
Sounds like you took it fairly good naturedly.. did you? Or did you kick your car and whisper expletives at it?
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I never go anywhere without a pen, paper, a book and an newspaper to give to the person next to me so that person will have something to do while I am reading and taking notes.
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I grabbed my bookbag before I left because I thought it had everything I'd need while sitting at the doctor's office - turns out it didn't have a pen after all (it always does). I keep pens everywhere -- but they never stay where I keep them.
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When I was a kid I used to drive my ex-husband's Plymouth Sattelite. It was a great big classic car, and I loved it, but it broke down all the time. It was a regular sight to see a tiny girl pushing a giant car to the side of the road. I bought a lot of guys lunch for helping me because I was working in a restaurant at the time. Thank God for good samaritans. Did you find any on your adventure? Or is everybody too afraid of each other to help a stranger now? I have to admit I would not have stopped for you, a stranger, unless you looked like you were in distress, but I would call 911 for you. My father warned me about talking to strangers.
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