On Leaving America – Part 7


This is the first and only real desk I have ever owned. It’s solid oak and heavy. Lasted 30 years— still good as new. Too big and bulky for the new place – maybe. Almost an antique. Desks are more clever now. They go around corners, wood and glass and chrome. Not sure I want to sell mine, or if anyone would buy. My wife’s been using it for these last 13 years. She has another at her office. My own working space upstairs has been two doors. They give a lot of flat space. That’s what I need. I tend to jump around a lot, three stories at a time and poems now and then. I’ve had good luck with poems. This last 12 months I’ve published twenty in the U.S.A. Brazil and India and England. Total income from all this — $1.00 from a publication I assume wanted to have some kind of legal rights. But that’s poetry. You don’t expect to make money.
The poems and fiction, in various states of progress and revision. Small mountains of paper that require flat space. I have four two door file cabinets in two rooms, each full. I need to sort through those as well. There must be some stuff I can throw away . . . or not. So much is filed that I’ve forgotten what I filed or where I filed it. This why I keep my works in progress in plain sight. In time they morph into a snowfall of white paper—what normal people would call a mess as you can see below. Some works have been ‘in-progress’ years.

Believe it or not I more or less know where things are. The novels, photos I need to scan, a lot of notes, revisions that I’m not sure read better than what they’ve revised, and more revisions to revisions that might work. I’ve kept both pre and post and in between. There are ideas, articles and clippings that relate. The room has looked like this for years and now I’ve got to clean it up, get organized, a Herculean task. I can’t imagine how to start to sort through all of this and organize. There are more books as well. All this will go to Sweden where the bedroom that will be my office space is to small for doors. (More about Swedish rooms tomorrow.)
Wife suggests one of those spiffy high tech corner desks—IKEA. I don’t know. Makes  sense I guess, but there would be less flat space. Maybe I should ship the big old desk. It’s smaller than a door.
Hard to let go of things.



About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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One Response to On Leaving America – Part 7

  1. stutleytales says:

    Oh, I laughed out loud when I saw your desk – have you seen my blog post on Desk Gremlins? your Gremlins have as much fun as mine! And you’re right, the old oak desk is smaller than a door. (You can buy a door when you get there) 🙂

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