Rehearsal: There Will be Mud
Aug 27th
Father Kaveatz stood at the window of his rectory bedroom, staring out across the yard through his weathered Galilean binoculars. He smiled knowingly at the cloud of dirt far in the distance.
“They’ll be men yet,” he sighed, elbowing me in the ribs. I shook my head, but couldn’t hold back a smirk.
“A little bit of [...]
Currency
Aug 21st
Cast iron confident little soldiers in white polo shirts and grey slacks stomped across a grassy pasture. The football marched back and forth in a cloud of mud and soot. Traffic sped by the chicken wire fence. Honks and screeching brakes nullified the shouts out far beyond the bounds of supervision.
James clothesline-tackled Craig, catching his [...]
On the Origin of Bee
Aug 19th
I’m from The Valley,
By the light of the moon.
I am from the Chair of Knight, and a mostly Mozart morning,
And a Rugrats tent—the scene of the crime.
I’m from hemadsorption and tiny bubbles,
And wanting to know the first question, right here, right now.
I am from Olka and Joanna.
I’m from Ty in the toilet and Philip’s head [...]
Bloomingtown August
Aug 1st
So much to do
So need to focus
So need a plan
So much furniture to move
So many walls to wash
So many knick knacks to dust
So much to sweep
So much to toss
So much to lay order upon
So many boxes and bags
So much to budget
So many leases to sign
So many books to buy
So much to scour
So much to mop
So [...]
