Welcome to Anyburb, USA where the prototypical strip mall is alive and well. The hair-pizza-laundry-liquor-flower-nail-Chinese-convenience store all fun-sized and bundled cozily together in a paint overdue broken AC set from a low budget Troma movie. “Toxic Avenger 4: The Strip Mall Years.” If not for the presence of a prepaid cellular shop you’d feel likeContinue reading “Strip Mall World”
Category Archives: Prose
Tribal Gathering
Sitting here fireside bathed in the ghostly starlight it occurs suddenly to me that it’s not for the heat nor the light that we kindle this fire tonight. It’s for the gathering that the fire promotes. It’s about the family and the friends and the glory of our common bond. The flame beacons us andContinue reading “Tribal Gathering”
Sickamore
Fifteen years ago we planted a tree in the front yard of our new home and dedicated it to the little life we had just planting in this world. Over the years we watched it grow and even as our marriage ended that little tree kept adding branches…growing stronger…taller. A growing symbol of the resilienceContinue reading “Sickamore”
Mannino Acid 