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Tad Wojnicki: Haibun
Where Tales Worth a Pulitzer Go For A Drink Breeze picks up beach sand, palm fronds, food-wrappings and old newspapers, smashing them against the walls, poles and billboards. Drivers roll up windows, attacked by tumbling seaweed. Grills blow empty. Ashes sweep drives. Mouths go dry. I park at the Fisherman's Wharf, sucking in the fresh stink of the harbor, walk by the Custom House, built in 1848 and still here, and go up Alvarado Street, historically full of watering holes. No better street to connect on the gut level--and Steinbeck knew it. His ghost is still wherever they shoot breeze. At midnight, the fishing boats throttle into the sea. I grope with my feet back into my four walls to hole up, trying to write the guts out.
fishing village
He teaches a workshop called "Write Like a Lover!" at Hartnell College. |
Tad
Wojnicki is the author of the novel, Lie Under the Fig
Trees (1996).