Time Flies When All Of Your Clocks Have Dead Batteries

Had the office set up for two months before I ever sat at the desk, next to the fishtank where algae tarnished the glass and the bookshelf overflowed with old books and dust, and sitting there at the keyboard I did not feel good, wanting to weep at my failures, the passage of time andContinue reading “Time Flies When All Of Your Clocks Have Dead Batteries”

Leka Moso (Until Next Time)

Drunk-drove my new motorcycle and ran over a tombstone while hot-dogging through the abandoned cemetery. The next morning I returned to fix the toppled piece of marble, the word ‘INFANT’ carved deep, only to find an old man sitting in a lawn chair tuning a guitar, surrounded by graves and cornfields, house wren singing, cicadasContinue reading “Leka Moso (Until Next Time)”