I am not a huge fan of the epigraph. You know, those short pieces in italics set off to the right at the top of a poem or in a notes section, there to guide us obtuse readers into the mind of the poet before we get into the meat of the poem. For one thing, the word...
My dad was a car guy. Growing up, he didn’t have any doubts about where he wanted to end up in life career-wise, as far as I know anyway. He paid for the automotive classes he needed by bartending and by mopping floors at a local bodyshop, and by the time I was...
I decided to re-join Weight Watchers. The decision sort of came out of no where. Well, not really. My clothes weren’t fitting correctly [read too tight]. And recent blood work suggested the onset to various illnesses if I didn’t change something. So with more than a...
Emily Waters Shearer Cartography I am a man with a penchant for studying maps and their narratives trapped in the dimension of border and landmark, squiggle of river, brushstroke of shoreline. I quantify canyons and caves with the tools of a surveyor:...
