The First Floor Is On Fire

But that's ok, because the second floor is flooded.

Mike Russell

Mike Russell
Location
Portland, Maine, USA
Birthday
July 16
Title
baby vegetable murderer
Company
The Yoko Ono Scream Catchers
Bio
I grew up in the country in Arkansas, spent 12 years in Philly, was widowed at 30, taught five years in a rough inner city high school in Philly, then moved to Maine in 2007 to be with my hubby. At this rate, we'll be living at the North Pole when we're 60. Being with my hubby Jason is the best thing that ever happened to me. I believe I've created a powerful novel and want to show it to the world. It's available on Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0043RS45O.

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SEPTEMBER 21, 2010 12:43PM

In Portland, Lady Gaga Dressed More Respectably Than I Did

Yesterday, I attended the rally protesting Don't Ask, Don't Tell in Deering Oak Park in Portland, Maine.  My wonderful husband Jason and I live about a mile away, but he was at work, so I went by myself.

I arrived early and was lucky enough to get a standing spot in… Read full post »

JANUARY 30, 2010 9:26PM

I Don't Fit

I'm in the early stages of creating a children's book called I Don't Fit.  I've dragged out some of my old paintings to inspire me and to use as backgrounds for some of the images.  Here's a painting from 1991, The Screaming Tree (c)

Screaming Trees 

And from 2002, Snaking Past TreRead full post »

Chapter Nine: Nevaya Briggs

“Haha, Sis, wish I coulda seen you kick Price’s ass. Aw, that the shit!” Donyair bent over, laughing his dick off. That the one thing I would have done different, made sure everyone who got my back saw me beat Price. You could of stood on theRead full post »

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NOVEMBER 4, 2009 1:59PM

Second-Class Citizens Loving and Fighting in Portland, Maine

Hey all, I'm taking a temporary detour from blogging my novel.  A couple hours ago, I was sitting on the steps of Portland, Maine's City Hall, watching a press conference in response to the voters of Maine deciding against equality for all.  Alas, the microphones did not work, and we had… Read full post »

OCTOBER 27, 2009 6:20PM

First Floor on Fire, chapter eight

Chapter Eight: James Price

It is not entirely her fault. Nevaya simply does not understand, but she will someday, under my steady hand. Do not be mistaken. I am not some common child molester. Those monsters do not care about children; all they do is cause harm. I care about myRead full post »

OCTOBER 11, 2009 9:14AM

First Floor on Fire, chapter seven

Chapter Seven: Nevaya Briggs

Ms. Dee all in my business again, asking me why I ain’t paying her no nevermind. She don’t need to know, and she better back off before somebody kick her ass. I ain’t trying to listen to her corny English class. She gonna make me lose myRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 25, 2009 11:05PM

First Floor on Fire, chapter six

Chapter Six: Chardae John

I hate Nevaya - she think she so smart acting like she know everything the way all those nasty Richard Allen bitches do, but she worse, she smarter than most of the teachers, but she thinking she so tough, so high and mighty when I know sheRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 13, 2009 11:41AM

First Floor on Fire, chapter five

Chapter Five: Nevaya Briggs

 

Got tired of waiting for the bus home. Over half an hour, and the only bus I saw all packed full and wouldn’t stop. I didn’t mind the long walk, but I felt too exposed out here. This ain’t my neighborhood. Need to hide. Don’t wantRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 3, 2009 9:36PM

First Floor on Fire, chapter four

Chapter Four: Kaye McCree

Nevaya so ungrateful, an anchor pulling me down drowning to the bottom of the Schuykill. Any snakes in that river, she put them there. She ain’t nothing, and she take everything from me. Think she gonna make me feel guilty just cause I wanna fix some foodRead full post »

That night, I had that dream again. Every time, I run down the hall and shove a kitchen knife in mom’s belly, slice open her womb and crawl back in, try to breathe water again and lock out the world. But her belly water turns to acid. I try to clawRead full post »

Chapter Three: Nevaya Briggs

Fuck I gonna do now? The whole world saw me break a bottle on Chardae. It all her fault. She made me do it. I wanted to wait, told her to wait, so we could fight later, where no strangers could get in our business. I didn’tRead full post »

AUGUST 27, 2009 3:18PM

First Floor on Fire, chapter two

Chapter Two: James Price

These kids are me. I mean, my kids are me. They are not “these kids.” I am responsible for them, so they are mine. “These kids” sounds as if I do not care for them, that I want them to be someone else’s responsibility.

Just like soRead full post »

I am so glad those bitches don’t know about my favorite place in Fairmount Park. Nobody know, even though it not really that far away. So many people I know scream they heads off at the idea of walking more than a few blocks, They just wanna stay home, drink theyRead full post »

Why you asking me where we are? You oughta know this is Killadelphia, Filthydelphia, The City That Smacks You Back. We in the North Philly Badlands. Don’t ever tell me what we should do, what would make good sense, cause good sense never happen here. Forget you ever learned those twoRead full post »

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones. –

Psalm 137:9

Chapter One: Nevaya Briggs

Yeah, I just threw Chardae down the stairs, so what? I don’t give a fuck.

My boo died a year ago today. Nobody got no business gettingRead full post »