Through an Ocean-Deep Sky
When a blue whale pulled out of that dark tunnel and into the harsh overhead fluorescents, we’d been waiting for the subway for fifteen, foot-shuffling minutes. “Are we supposed to get on?” I asked. “I don’t think they put that platform on its back for no reason.” He answered. Squealing and wriggling in the tunnel, the whale fixed one ancient, wise eye on us. On its back was a platform of wood,...
Come Home, Son
Just back home from a world of cow pastures, private schools and war at home with the man who married his mother. A trial run in hell. Knives held in the dark, fear held in his throat and a presence stamping about the house at the dark hours of the night, waking him from nightmares he’d rather have stayed inside of. Learned to fear footsteps on staircases. Dad said come home. Pavement under...