A Real New Yorker
They say you’re not a real New Yorker until you’ve cried in public.
Author Archives: michmobi
Relationship Blobs
I know that you are human and that you have depth and that you are infinitely more complex than I will ever have the capacity to comprehend. But. Let’s put that aside for the sake of discussion and pretend that you and I and everyone is just a little blob of energy, emanating out in […]
Peace
With thoughts awhir inside my head Unceasingly from dawn till bed I look at you and then, instead, I am still. I thought within my anxious mind, In constant searching I would find But though I sought I was but blind I see you. It seemed that I could earn my truth Life as some […]
My Vice
Transcript of my Moth Story Hour Submission, Subject: Vices All my life I have been building: making plans, gaining knowledge, forming relationships, accumulating possessions. But for nine years there has been an insidious black mold in the foundation of my life’s structure that undermines everything I pile on top of it. My vice goes by […]
New Life Survival Guide
Remember learning about the “discovery of America” in elementary school? It was easy to be impressed by the valiant explorers setting off across the sea. I was easy to imagine doing the same if only you were born in the right century. How did those brave explorers prepare for a trip from which they might never […]
Dear Family
When I told you that I was still sick, and that I was going to get help, we hugged and cried and you gave your support. And while I was in treatment, you sometimes inquired, responding to my positive updates. But after I left that place, we never talked about it again. You assumed the […]
Public Accounting
On a trip to Germany years ago, I was chastised by complete strangers while riding the subway on two separate occasions. The first time, I was drinking a beer (legal in public but not legal on the train apparently) and the second time, I had my feet up on the seat opposite (not quite illegal […]
Detroit Dinner Party Confessions
“I’m divorced” It happens “I’m black” No problem “I’m gay” We accept you “I’m atheist” That’s alright “I’m Christian” That’s ok too “I’m moving to the suburbs” [Silence]
Coming Home
My submission to The Moth Ann Arbor Story SLAM topic: “Home” Video available here. I grew up in the small town of Chelsea, Michigan. And when I went to college I attended The University of Michigan, only 15 miles away. What this means is that, for the first couple decades of my life, my world was […]
The Breakwall
When fate conspired to hold my mail and I could not re-take the trail I happened on a friendly male. He took me to the lake. Way past the main street thoroughfare we walked the wall without a care and then returned with tousled hair. A nice place for a break.
