The War Against the Ants The ants marched up from the cellar through a crack in the bathtub caulking twelve abreast. No wonder they're called an army. We sprayed poison. What else can you do? If only we were Zen... Continue Reading →
Closing Time The last two weeks of August feel like last call people are frantic, in a bit of a panic summer is rocketing by so instead of ordering one more Black Russian or Rusty Nail they squeeze in one... Continue Reading →
Ennui I am a wall. I circle in tight corners, level and square. I have no door. I've been bleeding out all over the house. I can walk up and down stairs tens of times. My powers of distraction are... Continue Reading →
Reading Seamus Heaney While Watching Baseball Funeral in Derry shouldering my father's casket. Fastball on the outside corner catches the cleanup hitter looking. Grandfather cuts sod, downing a pint of milk amidst green, rolling fields. Batter tops ball toward third... Continue Reading →
Dying Compass we travel as unthinking as clouds sailors with our skin rooted to the ship seashells loving the freedom brought of decay the sky and the sea weld together in our drift we are calm, of few emotions, both... Continue Reading →
Why I Still Have Hope For Humanity is because on a train this morning packed so tight with heart pounding humans of every stripe from chest to beating chest our arms could not be raised, though the filmy heat of... Continue Reading →
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