"Subterranean Homesick Blues"
He not busy being born, is busy dying. -Bob Dylan Suckcess: All the music on my ipod is by Bob Dylan. It’s the only music I need. My...
The Springer Building
I was born in a storm of bricks and plywood, pasted and nailed together by the hands of men. Glass windows decorated my face and I was...
The Woman at the Cave
She was a woman and she lived in the cave at the start of the creek. Her cave was a dark crack that ran through a rock, and from the...
Cigarettes
On the long, cold, weary bus rides between towns the old man counted his cigarettes. He sat sideways with his back to the window, turned...
Pre-Warmed Clothes
To my child: It's five thirty in the morning and I’m sitting here at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in my hand and the rain...
The Pinball Machine
The rulebook was born on the first day of my sophomore year of high school when our principal opened his beginning of the year speech...
The Deserter
The young man stood at the crossroads and waited for a car to come. In front of him was the road, and behind him were the rolling hills...
The Perfect City
It was the perfect city. It was built on top of a river and several old fashioned iron bridges stretched over it, connecting the city to...
Scars Like Zebra Stripes
And it wasn’t that he always wanted to have sex or even that he was horny, it was that his brain was like a faucet with a broken handle...
