The Bookshelf

Sisyphus at the Summit (poem)

The boulder crumbled eons ago— even the gods can’t defy erosion. This is the question that rolled like a dark ocean behind his eyes: what happens when the Almighty’s will is bested by mere physics? Mortals weren’t supposed to reach the top. Men weren’t supposed to escape their punishments. But all the Underworld’s nebulous gloom … Continue reading Sisyphus at the Summit (poem)

Don, Karl, Crete, Terre Haute

Terre Haute, nestled near Indiana's western border, is a magical wonderland. Of sorts. It has a well-documented, ongoing battle between an enormous population of crows and residents who shoot flare guns and fireworks at all hours of the night to scare them away. The birthplace of Max Ehrmann, the Coca-Cola Bottle, and Eugene Debs, its … Continue reading Don, Karl, Crete, Terre Haute

The Man Who Cried Caveat Wolfe! (Ok, you know what, I tried)

Yeah, that title just isn't great. But it does get the point across. There's a man in this story (me, last time I checked), there's a Wolfe (Thomas Wolfe), and there's a caveat (Caveat Emptor). It also makes painfully clear that titles just aren't my forte, so let's move on to what I'm caveat emptoring … Continue reading The Man Who Cried Caveat Wolfe! (Ok, you know what, I tried)

Banditry at Half Price Books with Seamus Heaney

I will preface this by stating a universal fact of life, one so face-smackingly obvious you might not have acknowledged it as the cosmic law of nature that it is. Are you ready for this gem of higher consciousness? OK, here it is: You can find some great shit at Half Price Books and Goodwill. … Continue reading Banditry at Half Price Books with Seamus Heaney