This is a story I wrote in 2017 -- sort a true, sort a fiction -- about a tree I once knew, one alight with vultures. Enjoy & Happy Halloween!
Jack in the Monkey Puzzle
Owl Always Love You
I wanted to put my hands into that huge bowl of jewels and just mix the whole thing up like scrambled eggs.
Angst
I was much older than most of my fellow soldiers, who I’d beat in challenge after ever-fucking challenge, but on the night of February 27, 1991, my entire identity was wiped off the face of Earth.
Tallest Tree Comes Down
The City of Davenport's tallest tree came down today.
The Tragedy of Dots
In Bush Gardens, there is a roller coaster ride named Apollo’s Chariot.
Elegy for George Floyd
I woke when I saw George Floyd go limp. In my day, snuff films didn’t exist.
A Vernacular Story
Paint on the floor and deep scratches, no doubt from the spurs on some local yokels’ cowboy boots; then the burns. (Who burns their floor?)
The Birthday
Surely, how one has lived one's life is a testament to a person’s existence, but the manner of one's own death? Is that also a testament of one's life?
Murdered at 19
I was reminded not to say the vicious word today. The way he was killed. The butchering. The Press slander ..
