The New Goliath - Chapter Two
Chapter Two Union's small house stood at the foot of a dead end like a dark stranger: only the foolish would approach. An open garage harbored no vehicles (the only vehicle always sat curbside), but years of junk no one cared to toss. The front yard...
The New Goliath - Chapter Four
Chapter Four The elder wolf was a fish out of water in the kitchen. Probably the reason why he never cooked it. But as a boy he loved to fish. The slick and steady Bair Creek: the gathering spot for children those days, even the young women. A can of...
Admission
Here's a good one: I cry without catharsis within the white spaces of my day-- the lone car rides home, the intermittence between college classes and the open garden where life grows and grows, seemingly from dirt, water, love. How is it then...