In Memoriam, Tim Congdon
Tim Congdon Tim sent me this in February of 2008. I will miss him. He ‘tore through the iron gates of time’. My love to Zach, who lost a father. The rest of us lost...
Read MoreTim Congdon Tim sent me this in February of 2008. I will miss him. He ‘tore through the iron gates of time’. My love to Zach, who lost a father. The rest of us lost...
Read MoreCHAPTER SIXTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Every time I shut my eyes to sleep I saw exploding glass. Or felt the man’s blood rush down my fingers. I shook and chattered...
Read MoreThis is a quixotic post, more personal than I usually do, and really, it’s just a signal sent out into the void, hoping for contact with anyone who lived at 3...
Read MoreA Midnight Thirst  A midnight thirst comes upon me. The air between us burns. We bend to the moon. Nocturnal shifting in the shadows, Hiding from the high hoots of...
Read MoreStuds Terkel used to describe himself as a radical conservative. Radical, in the sense of ‘root’, and conservative, in the sense of preserving this root. I am...
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