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Driven to Tears
Moments of solitude killed her. Slowly, over the two years of her confinement. One day speaking her mind, speaking her truth, spewing forth acid. The acid burned and they took her. In the night. (Women are always taken … Continue reading
A Tail of Too Shitties
(Please be advised that this post contains an excessive number of exclamation points. And a couple photos that some folks might consider gross. Please plan accordingly.) The dark brown dots on the side of the fridge aren’t chocolate. Or paint. … Continue reading
The Gettysburg Address
In honor of July 4th, here is Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address. Stirring, indeed. I mucked around a bit [in brackets]. “Four score and seven years ago our [mothers and] fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in … Continue reading
“Renegade” – My Gateway Drug
The plaintive words transport me in time: “Oh Mama, I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law.”* Apple Valley, Minnesota. 1970s. Nancy was one of my best friends from birth until she moved. Her family … Continue reading
“We Grow Accustomed to the Dark”
Here is a poem inspired by a line from Emily Dickinson: “We grow accustomed to the dark.” The first line is hers, the rest mine. ———————- We grow accustomed to the dark. Slowly over time, the shadows creep. Winding into … Continue reading
Fein and Dandy
Some time after the birth of my son, I found the first one. Coarse, errant, longer than the other eyebrow hairs. I freaked out. Well, that’s it then – it’s all downhill from here on out. Ace claims that everything … Continue reading
America, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Sociopaths
Target shelves Frank Sinatra next to Britney Spears. Ol’ Blue Eyes getting a posthumous eyeful. I found myself in the “pop music” section a couple weeks back, ostensibly to research a Rihanna tune. The middle school choir at the Big … Continue reading
Memorial Day
In the quarter quell of the WWI draft, my grandfather voluntarily took the place of another man. The man, barely known to my Faf, had a wife and young child. Faf shipped off to the battlefields of Europe in his … Continue reading
Be Still.
The summer after my sophomore year of college, I was one of five camp counsellors at Koinonia, a church camp nestled on the banks of picturesque Lake Sylvia near Annandale, Minnesota. We spent the first week sequestered at a remote … Continue reading