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Steve Stoeckel
Milliways Restaurant
Mixed-brain geek poet
Interests: Bringing something new into the world.
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Movie scene I'd love to see: (Richard Pryor gets into an E Type Jag convertible, pops in an 8 track cartridge "Best of Isaac Hayes." A voice comes through the speakers.) "Good morning Rich. Reach under your seat." (Pryor pulls a file folder out, opens it). "This is Ow Eet... Continue reading
Posted Apr 19, 2017 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
Such a beautiful Sunday, so full of possibilities, all of the tranquil variety. I’m trying to choose one, when suddenly a light in my brain clicks bright red. I have a row of these internal dashboard indicators, most monitoring an appendage or an organ. This one says “Check Kidney.” A... Continue reading
Posted Apr 12, 2017 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
sound, extreme pressure wave, smoke and shards of glass, metal ripping ever outward to lodge in all our non-virgin hearts ( already pitted and scarred by other bastards with shriveled chests, whose hearts float on an inland septic sea) and so he runs, slipping on oil and water or the... Continue reading
Posted Mar 25, 2017 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
Oriental food markets are time machines. I walked into one yesterday for sushi supplies and I was eight years old, following my dad around and holding a plastic basket as we went up and down the aisles of a tiny store somewhere in Miami. It starts, this memory, like the... Continue reading
Posted Feb 22, 2017 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
The world was black and white. That's the first thing you have to know; color existed only in your immediate field of vision and what you remembered from previous days spent at school or the ice skating pond and other confines of your tiny town, halfway up the Minnesota border... Continue reading
Posted Nov 21, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
It pains me to write this. I will begin with full disclosure: I did not vote for Donald Trump. I have not and will not disparage anyone who did. And, though I have strong opinions about the man, I will not disparage him here. I will give him time to... Continue reading
Posted Nov 21, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
It pains me to write this. I will begin with full disclosure: I did not vote for Donald Trump. I have not and will not disparage anyone who did. And, though I have strong opinions about the man, I will not disparage him here. I will give him time to... Continue reading
Posted Nov 21, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
My Dear United States of America, Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been meaning to, ever since I was at your birthday party this summer. It was wonderful, looking from the 10th floor of a building out over DC, watching the fireworks, bombs bursting in air, etc. Inspiring,... Continue reading
Posted Nov 2, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
Halloween It’s October 31st, and I offer for a treat my Halloween story, the only Halloween I remember from start to finish, a small disaster of a Halloween in the least likely of places. What we were doing in the Virgin Islands, I have no idea. My stepfather was working... Continue reading
Posted Oct 31, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
It was in a Minnesota movie theater in 1963 when I first suspected I was a Southerner. I was a boy of mixed heritage --my father a New Yorker of German ancestry, my mother born and raised in the Scots- Irish piedmont of North Carolina. The South had been a... Continue reading
Posted Oct 24, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
I love the English language. I never studied any other language, except for Latin, which I took only to understand English better. Italian and French sound the most beautiful to my untrained ear. I wish I knew what English sounded like to a foreigner; the closest I come is when... Continue reading
Posted Oct 21, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
I was taking a shower this morning, and as I washed behind my ears, I heard my mother's voice: "Stephen! Wash behind your ears. There's so much dirt there, I see a potato patch growing." And I would scrub frantically. At a young age, I believed everything grownups said, exaggerations... Continue reading
Posted Aug 17, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
What's it like out there these days, I asked. He thought I meant the weather. "Oh, you mean, what's it like being a cop?" he said. Sometimes, if I have time to talk, I ask a repair customer what his day gig is. When I see a uniform, I don't... Continue reading
Posted Aug 16, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
The bus is crowded, just one seat left. She's near the window and moves her pocketbook as I squeeze in next to her. Grey hair, pulled back tight in a bun. Slim frame, sitting upright, not touching the back of the seat. She has a no-nonsense face; the expression is... Continue reading
Posted Aug 12, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
He awoke at dawn, naked on a bench, the sound of a ship’s horn blasting him back to consciousness. It took him a moment to assimilate this. The things around him seemed familiar and yet the words—bench, horn—eluded him for several minutes as he studied his bare feet and marveled... Continue reading
Posted Jul 6, 2016 at Steve Stoeckel's blog
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