They’re walking through the country store, arm in arm, when Jason Mattlock remarks offhandedly to his girl, Carrie Carson, that fly-fishing is for fags. He says this under his breath, as they stroll past the display case with its flawless arrangement of hand-tied flies, and when Carrie slaps his arm and asks him where he... Continue Reading →
Long before he was a reader of the news, and decades before he owned a press that printed it, Jefferson Kyle Kidd, a natural runner, carried messages for the army at the age of sixteen, his strong legs and lungs having been seasoned in the north Georgia mountains. He jogged...
"Cows kissing goats"— Bible-immersed —I see lions bedding with lambs. Calliope of poem,lustful, subtle —nation un-uniting itselfand sighing,postcoital. Nebraska as"the loosest kook of all andanimals walk naked in your past." All the naked animals,all the naked flowers,all the naked stones and water bodies.My nakedness. My mother constantly enlists me,oldest of many acolytes,to rearrange her furniture,empty of life now 25... Continue Reading →
Cartoons are a hardcore visual way to unleash the emotions we all feel but can’t always express.
