We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm

We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm. How they had shed their original color and become something altogether more vibrant and violent, whipping back and forth in the sky like so many things we could imagine. We realized the many metaphors and metonyms that happened in our minds were crafting … Continue reading We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm →

“If I ever have a son, I am going to name him Black Beauty!”

Apollo and I had been reading our books all morning when our parents came home.  We were accustomed to waking up without their being present, so we knew what to do. In this case, we had tried to make ourselves omelets, which didn’t look right but tasted OK, and then gotten all of our books … Continue reading “If I ever have a son, I am going to name him Black Beauty!” →

The benefit of wearing this particular suit

is that I look like a professional killer. The benefit of wearing this particular tie is immeasurable. So when I walk into work to find administration, television crews, upstanding members of the community, and delegates from the governor’s office in the lobby assembled for a public relations event to show what saints they all are … Continue reading The benefit of wearing this particular suit →

Being a Middle Aged Man Is Lonely

Being a middle aged man is some lonely shit. There is nowhere to make friends anymore, and the people you socialize with are usually work colleagues or neighbors, whose relationships with you prohibit the disclosure of revealing, intimate, or even merely controversial information. In a very real sense your existence is defined by your ability … Continue reading Being a Middle Aged Man Is Lonely →