adam moorad, writer, lets plain wrap get to know him better. this is the fifty-second installment of plain wrap’s interview series in which plain wrap interviews all its facebook friends. thank you, adam moorad.
1. Tell us about yourself?
1. I’m in the woods. It’s about to rain. Someone is sawing a log and I can smell sawdust in the air. The trees are bare. Slowly, the clouds open and wet the forest floor. I shield my head with a giant leaf. A rain drop falls off the leaf onto my shoulder. It touches a bare nerve and I say “Ouch!” I look at my stomach. Two veins bulge. My skin is worn with truck tread.
2. Have you read any good books lately?
2. I’ve read a lot of good books. I read one in a t-shirt and a bum waved at me across a subway platform. I read another in a gabardine but different bum took it from me and ran down an alley. I chased him up the back a dead grape vine. Birds and bugs flew out of it. A dog barked. The bum stood on a roof. We looked into one another’s faces. He dropped the book and looked away.
3. Why did you leave your last job?
3. The Feds finally caught on and raided the place. They rolled up in a wave of Escalade. I was asleep, my cat flattened against my stomach. The receptionist un-wrapped foil from a burrito and forced her mouth around it. A SWAT team stormed through the backdoor. I climbed into a cubicle and hid beneath the desk while the Feds went to work on the walls with sledgehammers and Louisville Sluggers. A smoke alarm was sounding. I remember it was afternoon.
4. What have you done to improve your knowledge in the last year?
4. I play with colors. All it takes is a little paint and emotion. In the mornings, its yellow, red and blue, and at night, it’s all tertiary. I ball up pieces of construction paper and hone my jump-shot on the waste bin. I never miss. I painted each floorboard on my porch a different color so it looks like a rainbow. A man with a tattoo on his neck looks at it as he passes. He walks the same route every day, coming downhill from an old, dark house.
5. Tell us about the most fun you have had in life?
5. I was in a neighborhood with birds, six thousand of them. A woman was working in a yard, metal sheers in hand, shaving the throat of a bush sculpture. I watched the shrub take the shape of an elk formed from something else. The birds sang like an air conditioned chorus. The woman bent over and teared. I ran across the street and lifted her. Rain fell from her eyes into my hair. She felt like a fire sprinkler. The breeze moved, brushing through the elk and us, carrying pollen and noise.
*note from plain wrap: adam moorad’s writing may be found here: http://adamadamadamadamadam.blogspot.com/
