Inspired by Upton Sinclair and a Toilet

I've been here since 2006, and I still haven't found a place for myself.  Both in my first account, and after that one mysteriously stopped working, my second account.  Haven't a clue, until I was taking a shit in the bathroom this morning - where else would one take a shit?  Don't answer that.  I was reading a poetry book, Good Poems, compiled by Garrison Keillor.

with the words howsoonthankyou ohmygod which crossed his lips and drove through the wires on the backs of ions

As one long word as one hard prayer of relief meant to be heard by the sky.

Keillor didn't write it.  I don't think he wrote any of the poetry in his compilation. It's from "Calling him back from layoff" by Bob Hicok.

That's when it hit me.  I've seen poetry and fiction in Rolling Stone, the New Yorker, and the Atlantic.  I've seen poetry and fiction here on DK.  That's for me, too. I'm no damn good at straightforward political essays. Wish I was, but I'm not.  There's already a bunch of fiction and poetry here, let's have a little more!  How more progressive is it than to summon up the ghost of Upton Sinclair? He combined both fiction and activism, whimsy and politics. So why not?