Chicken
Michael Gallagher That chickenyou made for methe other nighttasted good. I saw the smirk fromyour lips, the pride. I watch you all the time, you know.I am with you more now; the…
General
This lazy summer street
We filed to the red car, in time, like soldiers. We looked down the street and saw the 2 stoplights and the lonely sunset. We walked, We paused. I sighed.
Ode to teeth, ice water, and Jen
My tooth aches at the surgical cold of our water, nerves flayed and skewered, joints thrust in awkward poses. I drop the glass and shards bolt in thousands of pieces…
An Irish Airman foresees his Death by W.B. Yeats
In Michael’s latest addition of why the world should relish poetry more, I give you another of my favorites. The significance of the fact this pilot is Irish is critical…
My inner ear, figuratively
I am down with art in general, but why do university sculptures always look out of place? I am sure this is someone’s individual expression of life, God, meaningless, or…
The endless Han
There are times when I feel I will forever be crossing the Han from North to South, chasing my own shadow in the flickering light of the evening sun, gripping…
Vonnegut and Indiana University
Jen and I just returned from a trip to Bloomington, Indiana, to visit a friend at Indiana University. A wonderful time was had by all. I was especially curious to…