Throwaways: A Short Story
It is a cold, clear night. Two men sit talking on a bench under a lighted overhang, waiting for the electric train to come. The first man...
Go Down Loving
Soon I am going to leave you. And when I’m gone, there are things I want you to remember. First, I want you to know that there are...
How We'll Die
we built our coffins from freezing rain, from pounding migraines and sweaty limbs. because he taught us that it’s only when we’re...
Autumn Dragons
no wonder the season we loved was always called “fall" running by the banks of the Mississippi five shirtless boys sick and tired of...
Refusal to Fade
Too often men fade, Day after day graying, Decaying away. Long will Death wait, Till the soul suffocates, Till the struggle abates, And...
Grandma, Tell Me
Grandma, tell me we’re too beautiful to die. Tell me about how Grandpa would get up on the roof And play his guitar and sing till the sun...
Prima fugit
Optima dies prima fugit. -Vergil, the Aeneid The days are Scattering like The seeds of A dandelion That God blew on To make time. Cool...
Tell Them This
The next time someone asks you "What's the point in living?" Laugh and tell them this: For the feeling of dewy moss on your bare feet,...
Burning Down the Sky
Do you see the evening sun there, darling? It burns away the paper sky, And when the sun has burned up the day, The stars will come to...
God's Land
On the eastern side of Lac La Croix, near the Quetico, where the waters of Minnesota mingle with those of Canada, there is a bluff that...
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