Dirt
A crucified rodent. A baseball game. Exotic laughter on a cool spring evening, and the power of dirt. We bury our dead in it, and we grow food from it. Dirt is magic.
I Held Up a Super Walmart
I Held Up a Super Walmart I Held Up a Super Walmart I awoke this morning to discover I mismanaged putting away one of my contact lenses. There it lay, shriveled and dry as a potato chip, glued to the side of my lens case. This created a huge problem for me, for...Until You’ve Wacked Your Weenie with a Razor and Burnt it with Acid, You’re Not Serious About Health Care Reform
Somewhere in my sordid travels I picked up a case of mollescum, resulting in some rather scary warts appearing on my privates. It also provoked a few tense conversations with my girlfriend, where I was heard to plea, “I swear to God, honey. It was that sketchy hot tub in Barbados,” which might be true, except for that I’ve never been to Barbados.
Winter Rose
Winter Rose The storm that had been forecast for days finally arrived, and by the time he got to the grocery store, the lines were already long. He jostled through the aisles, stocking up on the essentials: organic milk, hearty oat bread, several kinds of cheese, wine...Crabs
Crabs Photo by Diogo Hungria on Unsplash Crabs The crabs first appeared one evening late in the fall, after the leaves had turned brown and lay in wet clumps on the ground. Crabs mostly hung on the trunks of trees at first, and were no bigger than a man’s open...
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