Movement is for the Living Movement is for the Living I could wake up tomorrow, walk into my front yard and be attacked by a rabid bobcat.
Fiction Pick: ‘Yellow-Bellied Birds’ Fiction Pick: ‘Yellow-Bellied Birds’ Ask anyone about Bill and the first thing they’ll mention is his white t-shirt. It’s the only shirt he ever wore.
Fiction Pick: ‘Bad Things in the Fog’ Fiction Pick: ‘Bad Things in the Fog’ I snapped myself out of the daydream, yet again befuddled as to why I was considering Hemingway.
Fiction Pick: ‘Stuck in Arizona with the Low Hope Blues Again’ Fiction Pick: ‘Stuck in Arizona with the Low Hope Blues Again’ The dream is always the same. I’m stuck in Mesa and it’s the last place I want to be.
A Long Way from Harbor Island A Long Way from Harbor Island Every time something major is poised to happen in my life, my wife, Caitlin, and I split for the coast. This is a deliberate action.
May All Your Grapes Be Damn Sweet May All Your Grapes Be Damn Sweet I’m not one to believe in vague portents, but after living through a year as awful as 2020, I’m not really sure what to believe anymore.
Fiction Pick: ‘Cincinnati Does Not Exist’ Fiction Pick: ‘Cincinnati Does Not Exist’ Jo never thought of himself as a river guy, per se, yet one morning he awoke in a canoe, floating down a body of water that clearly was a river.
Bramble in My Pasture Bramble in My Pasture With chainsaw, rake and machete, I set out to butcher the bramble.
Fiction Pick: ‘The Old Caver’ Fiction Pick: ‘The Old Caver’ Arturo was nearly an old caver and dreaded becoming like the men who would drink rum and share their own legends throughout the night.
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