Nov 22
The Prayer Thermos All night rain, waking to mop the prayer from my sleep When I was a young man working at a gas station, a season’s rain fell in one afternoon. No one bought gas. Cars at the used car lot floated away down Turkey Creek. Their recently waxed roofs shining in the current …
Nov 13
After Our Three Year Old Learns the Realtor Won’t Rent to Families with Children I buy her a donut, the last glaze twist in the shop at two in the afternoon. We sit in the window and watch the traffic on Main Street. I drink coffee. She sips chocolate milk through a straw. All these …
Nov 07
Digging Ditches My father found me a job digging foundations at the low-income housing development north of town. He knew the boss. In fact, he knew everyone who commanded a platoon of shovels and picks. I was hired without much vetting, a favor to my father who feared his son needed a shovel to become …
