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Jesse Mitchell
- Location
- http://open.salon.com/blog/jmitch79, Illinois,
- Birthday
- June 29
- Company
- my own, mostly
- Bio
- I am a 30 year cattle farmer. I have 4 children (3 girls and 1 boy) who range in age from 7 years down to 2 months. I am married, been with the same woman now for 10 years. I have worked as a cook, salesman, tailor, engineer's assistant, and also a bomb maker . I have been writing my entire life (really I mean that like all of it even way down into 'em baby years) and still, feh, not so good. I wish there was more to say about me but no such luck. Oh, yes you can all just call me, Jesse. I have seen the trouble people have when replying to me and they find that they must use that awkward JMitch79 business...so my name is Jesse and you may call me by it.
MY RECENT POSTS
- I have Moved...(yeah a little
while back, sorry)
March 26, 2011 08:05PM - curve
August 04, 2010 10:48AM - Finding the Beat trailer
July 27, 2010 12:15PM - flame Eaters
July 19, 2010 10:07AM - Travels in the
Chevy/oldsmobile part 3
July 13, 2010 04:33PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Yeah, amen to that...it
is getting very scary out
there,
man.”
January 04, 2012 11:14AM - “ha ha ha. nice.”
May 12, 2011 08:29PM - “Wild stuff here man. It
is definitely frightening. You
do
your job well, sir.”
April 16, 2011 03:08PM - “well you know I dig
this, brother. Nice
stuff.”
March 02, 2011 02:18PM - “Hey how about this
one...this is good.”
August 22, 2010 02:43PM
I have Moved...(yeah a little while back, sorry)
curve
Finding the Beat trailer
I was hoping to post this trailer that features yours truly and also mention that they are still seeking female contributors or subjects in particular. This is the best I can do right now. http://www.findingthebeatmovie.com/blog/
Watch this trailer and if you can donate or contribu… Read full post »
flame Eaters
When your eyes were turned away
When your black eyes were turned away
Half-closed
And looking far off
Is when you lost me,
Sightlessly lost me
In the thick darkness
The dark barely-here-shadows
And the wild sounds
Of wild things.
Lost in the places of fires
And slow trains /… Read full post »
Travels in the Chevy/oldsmobile part 3
With everyone piled inside of the primer grey solid iron battle ship of a late seventies Oldsmobile, we balled up and held on with all mighty as Jeff turned the key and the fire inside this vile beast breathed to life and all the air around us chugged into a frothy… Read full post »
Camera Obscura
Camera Obscura
( a darkened box-like device in which images of external objects, received through an aperture, as with a convex lens, are exhibited in their natural colors on a surface arranged to receive them; used in sketching and exhibition purposes---random house dictionary definition)
The w… Read full post »
ambushed
　
Ana walked gingerly down the road that ran by all the best farmland, glancing over her shoulder and off to her side every once and while. She slowed down and sped up depending on the scenery. The sky was gray-green with the constant threat of rain, and a cold… Read full post »
Holisek the Geologist
travels part 2
Travels in the Chevy
In the Glow
Call it Wild, Ecstatic, or Insane
Acrylic and All
Acrylic and All
I feel a little bit better
As the weather warms and the sun heats
what happens to be left
Of me
Little ancient bits of bone and all the tired
Flesh and cool skin
Pulled over me in heap.
Most everyone I know is most likely
Still… Read full post »
Mohenjo-Daro
A Few Lines About Myself
a few things maybe should know about me. A few people have asked about my life and i decided to put up a few artless lines...to perhaps give you all a better idea. jesse mitchell was a pre-law, linguistics… Read full post »
The Suicide of Dorothy Hale
The Suicide of Dorothy Hale
A thousand miles up
A hundred thousand miles above
Looking down
As the air blasts though
Punching in holes
In me
In sight
In red below
In everything.
The hunger is the thing
The hunger is the sting,
Right
Always falling and rising
The… Read full post »
Three Statements Only Two are True
Three Lines No More or Less
Stories my daughters wrote
The Nowhere
An Introduction
By Juliana Mitchell age 7
The Nowhere was a polace with creatures very wierd like two-headed ducks, people who live in palm trees and eat nothing but small pieces of plastic, dogs with wings and cows with four heads. It was a very happy… Read full post »
3 posts
Big Music
Sleep, sleep falling deep into
A sedative sleep.
Painted ruby lips, red, red,
The seductress smile.
Solitary and sedentary, the selenium
Sun keeps
Me drifting.
Indian Ocean, South China sea, the flavors and spice
Cinnamon, cloves and safron rice.
Tiny islands, dots, dots, all across the
Waters.
Throw… Read full post »
Encyclopedia
Preamble
Judges
Judges
On the muddy banks of the Jordan
Stands the keeper of the bees,
Tiny frame
Lithe
Standing straight…
The candle stick maker
The General,
long red hair waving in the yellow orange light of
The breaking dawn.
Blinded and battered
A little child in a huge hulking body
Shoulders bowed
Nothing lef… Read full post »
The Husquavarna
The Husquavarna
The wild hiss of the idling engine,
The fake growl, the chug and jerking,
Loud noises…405
Meant to be heard.
The sound echoing and bouncing back
In the tiny little spaces
Where I hide my head.
The big eyes, the big broken broken eyes,
Staring back in… Read full post »
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