Congressional Hearing of the Warehouse District by Michael Brennan

On the corner of 6th Street and Red River Road, dangling lights sweep the pockmarked sky; snare drums stutter from every point of reference, and mutual infectious sovereignty sprays all those who walk among the free. Never has anyone ever seen a moon this blue. Its shadow a spotted orange from the cascades of bats making their grand exit from concrete refuge. Inside, men and women sit and stand at tables, booths, and bars planted in their ways, outside they glide across the stocky cobblestones and aren’t afraid of the dark. The electric aura that shines as bright as the owl-shaped tower beams down upon the street dwellers, and they gratefully respond with suiting gestures.

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3 Responses to Congressional Hearing of the Warehouse District by Michael Brennan

  1. Cam V says:

    Great descriptions- a fantastic picture of a town, though I’ve got to say my favorite thing is the title, which suggests a plot for the images.

  2. Hailey Klein says:

    The vocabulary is awesome. Good job.

  3. CatBat says:

    “pockmarked sky” – love that, i’ve never heard anyone use that before! and i love the subtle relationship between the tower shining down on the “street dwellers” and their ‘responses’. touche, PMB, touche.

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