…sweet little babies giving people the finger. @!*# yeah!

Today, February 24, 2008, is the five-year anniversary of my brother Josh’s last day in his earthly body. He drowned in a river that afternoon; I wouldn’t find out about it until over a month later, because he was missing, hidden under the water for several weeks. He was 26 years old. His death was [...]

A whole bunch of us (me and some strangers) stood on Westcliff and watched it all go down. Color clung to the horizon the way drunk people sometimes linger outside a bar after closing time. It was pretty.

I like to imagine this picture as a weathered, long-saved snapshot in someone’s collection of bizarre momentoes. It would accompany this letter on faded yellow paper: Dearest Eleanor, Thank you for your kind inquiries. The honeymoon was over before it began. Gerald has left me, taking all of our survival gear, and I am reduced to eating beans [...]