Monthly Archives: November 2022

Let me up on the standAnd let me kick out the jam— the prophets mc5__ He stands patiently in front of the goal. Waiting. The other aspiring Messis (aspiring for Messiness?) are all at midfield, kicking the crap out of … Continue reading →

After I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances … I may be an orange peel.— teddy— I’ve been reading the works of J.D. Salinger, which I somehow never got around to … Continue reading →

I got my feet on the groundand I don’t go to sleep to dream— the prophet fiona— Last night, I dreamed I was running the first part of Western States for funsies. But then I was at 50 miles (an … Continue reading →

It’s 7:30 in the morning, a time in which bears should be hibernating. We are not. As luck would have it, I realize in an epiphany (my news feed) that Tom Brady, lesser-known brother of the Brady Bunch, is waging … Continue reading →

“All’s right in the worldwhen figs are in love.” — sandra cisneros