She spins
centuries pass
and blood is spilled.
She stands
silent
like silver knives,
before you lose your head
she hums.
She spins
stands silent
She spins
Like a White giant in scarves.
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Dionysian Press 
I want to write a Michigan country song. Something about being witness to the great storm of [place year here] that ripped through the straits of Mackinac. It would have to be a year after the 1950’s. It should be about being witness to the thirty two Buicks that got blown clear of the bridge’s road by high winds. There was one survivor. She is still alive… The story can be heard via recording at that museum place on Whitefish Point. To this day, one of the world’s top three scuba destination is the Buick’s Watery Grave Below the Bridge that Spans the Mackinac Straits.
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