Home Base: Part I

[For A.C.] Everything is going to be okay — you just did too much. Hang in there. The ambulance is on the way — you need to stay with me. Hang in there. Remember buying that Jimi Hendrix poster on that wall over there? It was freshman year, you had just moved into the dormContinue reading “Home Base: Part I”

Home Base: Part II

[For A.C.] Robbie has a tattoo of you on his chest now. None of us ever went to see that band again. We all move slower. Little Sonny is bigger now, he still likes good music. Clair is alone by choice. Every night she puts Little Sonny to bed and tucks herself in. She thinksContinue reading “Home Base: Part II”

Lucid Fishing, or, Father’s Day Fish Story

[For My Dad.] There wasn’t much light left in the day but we both cast out one more time. “We don’t want to row back when it’s too dark out, but now is when the fish usually bite the most, when the bugs are out low over the water.” I replied (despite knowing my fatherContinue reading “Lucid Fishing, or, Father’s Day Fish Story”