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©2010 Joe Cervelin
WRITING
Joe Cervelin read at Litquake's
LitCrawl at the Elbo Room. This was
sponsored by Bang Out Reading
Series... Read it here
LitCrawl at the Elbo Room. This was
sponsored by Bang Out Reading
Series... Read it here
Mike Tyson in Five Acts
Mike Tyson doesn’t seem full of it, but sometimes
it seems full of him. Each persona gets taken to
an extreme. Think Gollum in Lord of the Rings, if
he moved up a few weight-classes; or Hamlet on
protein shakes... Read more
Mike Tyson doesn’t seem full of it, but sometimes
it seems full of him. Each persona gets taken to
an extreme. Think Gollum in Lord of the Rings, if
he moved up a few weight-classes; or Hamlet on
protein shakes... Read more
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ABOUT THIS GUY
Joe Cervelin was featured in the SF Bay Guardian
as a winner of the Lit123 contest (the challenge:
describe San Francisco in exactly 123 words).
BEFORE LIGHT CHANGES
Pick a hill. Jump between vantage points. You can
spring the entire city, like a kinged checker, or a
queen. Morphing like Mad Magazine, folding
corners B to A, bending time.
A pharmacy goes BBQ. Sushi boats drift through
your unconscious. You got dragged aboard, then
woke with a craving. Across, in that park: you've
tasted heartbreak, and smelled funny dancing,
and shot hoops with crumpled resumes, and been
winded by a jog.
The city gasps for air just before rush hour, after
running all day, breathing hard. Cue the fog. Now
it's dim: the 'Sco does twister yoga, or the funky
gargoyle, gone buck or cupcakin'. A sushi float
parades the bay, always revolving, barely
perceptible; you're on board, and circling too.
as a winner of the Lit123 contest (the challenge:
describe San Francisco in exactly 123 words).
BEFORE LIGHT CHANGES
Pick a hill. Jump between vantage points. You can
spring the entire city, like a kinged checker, or a
queen. Morphing like Mad Magazine, folding
corners B to A, bending time.
A pharmacy goes BBQ. Sushi boats drift through
your unconscious. You got dragged aboard, then
woke with a craving. Across, in that park: you've
tasted heartbreak, and smelled funny dancing,
and shot hoops with crumpled resumes, and been
winded by a jog.
The city gasps for air just before rush hour, after
running all day, breathing hard. Cue the fog. Now
it's dim: the 'Sco does twister yoga, or the funky
gargoyle, gone buck or cupcakin'. A sushi float
parades the bay, always revolving, barely
perceptible; you're on board, and circling too.
The Beach as Office
I go to the beach in January---sometimes I bring a
sweater and a hat. I go to the beach in June in
work clothes and roll up the cuffs. It reminds me
why I'm still in California, what my rent really
includes, that I'm alive... Read more
I go to the beach in January---sometimes I bring a
sweater and a hat. I go to the beach in June in
work clothes and roll up the cuffs. It reminds me
why I'm still in California, what my rent really
includes, that I'm alive... Read more
©2010 Joe Cervelin
Logo design by Christina Kinoshita
Logo design by Christina Kinoshita
Use What You've Got, Son of Cuddler
Round it up and you have 25,000 days to live.
Bird tweets and sprinklers are tick, ticking. It’s a
limited-time offer, so act now... Read more
Round it up and you have 25,000 days to live.
Bird tweets and sprinklers are tick, ticking. It’s a
limited-time offer, so act now... Read more
San Francisco in 123 words
(winner of SF Bay Guardian contest)
Pick a hill. Jump between vantage points. You
can spring the entire city, like a kinged
checker... Read more
(winner of SF Bay Guardian contest)
Pick a hill. Jump between vantage points. You
can spring the entire city, like a kinged
checker... Read more
| Words by Joe Cervelin |