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Popo Wakes Up

A novel by Joe Cotter — What would you do if you learned that the woman you love but have never met has been abducted and taken back to North Korea? Would you enlist the help of a family of immigrant smugglers and try to rescue her? Popo Wakes Up is the story of a man who […]

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Popo Wakes Up – 10 more good lines from the book

“Gift-wrap a giggle! Jiggle in the middle! Wrinkle up your nose when you smile just a little!” “And they’ll leave hickeys on the inside of your rectum. I can testify to that. I have, actually, and perjured myself into glorious ignominy. ” Chuckles nodded his noggin, “Of course. That makes perfect sense. And then she […]

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Popo Wakes Up – 10 good lines from the book

God remember the way she squeezed his hand. Remember it in case You ever need to start over. “You see? All Koreans like to drink. It’s our shared heritage. Ask him if he likes jerking off on the subway.” “Just stop. You can’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to. It’s like trying to […]

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Popo Wakes Up – Table of Contents

Prologue – Tunnel Rat The previous night he’d been no different than any of the other poor dusty souls on the work crew. Chapter 1 – Pogo in slow-mo like a funk-wrapped mummy on a trampoline Some kind of tea jangled down his throat in a parade of flamboyant somersaults, pleased at having transformed a […]

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Interview with the author

Hey Joe. Hey, how am I doing? Eeza good day. You finished writing Popo Wakes Up not long ago. So did you. It’s gratifying, isn’t it? Maybe a little. Oh come on. A man dances in the lifeless end of a collapsed mine and does it well he ought to feel gratified. You’re right. Never […]

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Chapter 46 – Baby talk

When I wake she is hugging as much of my backside as her skeleton allows and dramatically declaiming elementary Spanish to the folds of my ears in her Korean country girl accent. I smile and squint and punch holes in the gauzy filter of sleep that protects me from the awful recognition of the Guatemalan […]

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Chapter 45 – Warm hugs for the vertebrae

First, there is sleep. Filling the blackness of the womb and the pre-universe. Dreams tempt us with reality, and we wake up for a look-see. Alertness blinding us to our origins, senses enticing us to find more, do more, be more, we set out inventing things to search for, steering further from home at every […]

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Chapter 44 – Tiny Bubbles

  Well. That was that and nothing else.   He was lying on his back for the first time in twenty years. The pain was gone. Actually, now that he thought about it, the pain was still there. When he really thought about it, his chest was caught between exploding and imploding, and he was […]

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Chapter 43 – Found

His left arm suddenly dropped, and the wooze began to seep out of his head. Should he try to move his arm? Dare he try to move this appendage that until then had always seemed to be his own? Warily, not sure of what would happen if he did it, certain it would hurt like […]

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Chapter 42 – Siberia

I have moved to Siberia to apprentice under the esteemed watchmaker Nikolai Gulav, who has promised to teach me to tell time what to do. He has a nose shaped like a wallet and a beard of asbestos that has ruined his lungs. He emits a perpetual rasp. With a mallet and anvil, those indispensable […]

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