When the rains came heavy the sea would turn a tumultuous gray. It would raise up and twist itself as it tried to bring the boat into itself and there would be a little bit of fear in men. But unless it became very bad and the sea became very greedy against the boat the … More Sjøen
The first man I met from America was so obviously an American. He spoke with a southern drawl, a mountainous gut from good living and a Harley Davidson shirt. He used to be in the military. Some kind of radioman I think. He was called Jesse. But his Italian, Ohmygod, his Italian. The best, better … More Alba Sulla Montagna Part 2
The bureaucracy of a democracy operates on a level of veracity that cannot be duplicated in any other form of government or even industry. There is no marketing to a DMV line, no propaganda to the post office. No one gets rich. The people are served, however seemingly inefficient. It is only due to the … More The Truth Is Out There
Some time ago, my partner and I spent much time back in the country of her ancestors: Italy. As we combed through records and bounced around government offices and communal cemeteries, I had an epiphany of sorts. I sat down and wrote them out. I do wonder if Anna’s ancestors would ever have imagined that … More Momento Mori
I worked with two men in construction for a while. As it usually goes with these types of rough men, their transformation into builders has a reason. I generally try to find that. Little clues into their life are splattered here and there. It just takes the right key, and the lock springs open. This … More The Gift of Normalcy
When I was just a boy, my father, my uncle and I would practice subsistence moose hunting. It is the act of hunting to eat, rather than to collect a trophy; which is an unforgivable act. We’d take ATVs far into the mountains, dozens of miles away from any roads, which were hundreds of miles … More Colosseums of Time
We paid our rent to Alaska dearly that summer. The most beautiful places in the world charge the highest. Alaska charges the most. The landscape will bring you to your knees, but in turn you will pay in weather, darkness, cold and sanity. I spent those short summer months in a rainy town building a … More Alba Sulla Montagna (Part 1)
Clouds mix with fog, the air is heavy and cold. It stings against my cheeks. My breath tumbles out of my lungs and spills into frost against my beard. I wish it would leave. But it stays. The mountain’s layer of crystal crunches against my boots. It crushes about like so many pieces of glass. … More Broken Promise
“Mister, you shouldn’t be out here.” She is young, at least I think. I can’t tell. “I needed a minute.” I reply. “Well I was going to smoke.” She says. “It won’t do to have you around when I do that. “Smoking is bad for you.” “Honey, we are beyond that.” She replies, laughing. … More The World Learned to Sing Again
The cat rests on my lap. A glass of bourbon I received for my birthday sits on the table to my right. She comes in from work. She looks harried, and tired. This month has been a tough one for her. Fall always is. She lets her purse fall to the floor and says “I’ve … More A Place I Will Always Know
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