I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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You could despair...
... about the state of our country and the world. Or, things like this could come along and crack you up:
On the subway shuttle: Oh, such nice dark blue seats. Must be new. Other side of train: hmm, all dark green seats. Ads above: Whichever side you're on, you'll get all the games, in blue over the blue seats, in green over the green seats. One of the cable stations, promising us all the football season of our dreams, whether we're for the Giants or the Jets. Turns out the entire train, all three cars including seats, is an ad, and we're inside it.
In the parking lot of a factory building in the heart of industrial Maspeth: up against the fence, a large, well-kept plot of gigantic sunflowers.
At the entrance gate to the cemetery: a snack truck.
On the subway shuttle: Oh, such nice dark blue seats. Must be new. Other side of train: hmm, all dark green seats. Ads above: Whichever side you're on, you'll get all the games, in blue over the blue seats, in green over the green seats. One of the cable stations, promising us all the football season of our dreams, whether we're for the Giants or the Jets. Turns out the entire train, all three cars including seats, is an ad, and we're inside it.
In the parking lot of a factory building in the heart of industrial Maspeth: up against the fence, a large, well-kept plot of gigantic sunflowers.
At the entrance gate to the cemetery: a snack truck.
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