Something Small The sum of all beginnings begins the same way: Indiscriminately small Unimportant Whether Big Bang or tiny whisper We are cellular; One of a million other things It is cellular It grows And it grows dangerous At what point is it noticeable? …

I give my harness one last safety check and then step toward the edge. I look back and make sure for the umpteenth time that the anchors are solid. One of my climbing partners has already descended. I’m the middle. There’s one more after me. …

Surviving horror sans memory card — “This is just my personal take, but to me the definition of survival horror is a game where fear and the sense of exhilaration coincide.” Shinji Mikami, Director of Resident Evil Sometime in 1996 I made plans with my best friend to pull an all-nighter and tackle what was being…

A square is not a cube, but a circle is a sphere in any dimension. Everything circles back. Time is relative only for the non-accelerating observer and we are all moving toward something. An objective; an ideology. A dream. A death. Death is merely finality; the end of a singularity…

The spokes keep turning, one at a time. A poem. One Spoke of the Bhavachakra I say to her, Hey — we should go back to my place I can make us a couple peanut butter ice cream sundaes This was and it wasn’t innuendo It was just that the evening…

What Happens If/When The President Refuses to Leave Office On November 3, 2020, the chances are dubious that the American public will definitively learn the identity of the next President of the United States. Already, seeds of doubt are being sowed by Donald Trump, with accusations ranging from voter fraud…

I limp into the small gear shop, defeated. I’m looking for ace wrap and new shoes. With every step, I wince at the twinge in my knees. This isn’t where I’m supposed to be, but it’s where I ended up. * Yesterday began with one sore knee. I thought a…

Set to Trespassers William’s Lie in the Sound, available here: https://open.spotify.com/track/1YIpoD7bslS2nKTac1WfrZ The oven timer beeps. She’s in the middle of doing her mascara — she finishes it quickly. There’s just a little more prep to do. A song on repeat begins again. I love you more than I should… She…

March 17, Chicago. A chance business trip lands me in the Windy City on this, the holiest of drinking days. The only meeting I have ends at 10:30 a.m. Granted — most people are well on their way by then, but beggars can’t be choosers. At 10:31, a co-worker asks…