Open Letter to the Squirrel Who Dug Up My Garden
No worries!
No worries!
If you can still focus through the cacophony of frog calls and you look closely in the pool, you may find salamander egg masses.
When government spending can be controlled so easily by private interests, what’s stopping those in power from siphoning money from the poorest?
I hedged my bets that the curriculum decision-makers are some species of otherworldly creature with only vague understanding of human affairs.
Due to the startling lack of sheep in suburban Nashville, he is forced to get creative with his herding talents.
It’s disorienting, how you can feel relieved one day and utterly defeated a week later.
I baptize my dishes with Aldi Power Force soap and elbow grease; they rise spotless and ready for a new life back in the cupboard.
Half the time, it’s the older games that drag me away from the new ones.
It’s become an aesthetic.
But there’s no escaping the story’s deep sorrow, the feeble light of a match against winter, against poverty, against human indifference and cruelty.