I cannot say why they picked this place,
why they stopped moving where they did,
those ancestors of mine who settled
in this steep tangle of over- and undergrowth.
Welcome to Rock Haul
We were led out front, stripped of our khakis, and provided with orange jumpsuits two sizes too big so we billowed and glowed like inflatable men in front of car lots.
Life After Death
“I’d trade my masculinity for a Popsicle,” my housemate Rob said, elbows akimbo behind his head, topped with a black beanie. I was curled beside him on the futon….