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History 1-A

It was the fall of ’72.  I was living in a ’51 Chevy pick-up truck, on the bed of which I had built a wooden, cab-over camper with an A-frame roof to which a crooked, faux stovepipe was attached.  My… Read More »History 1-A

Iron Wheels

As I push the heavily loaded cart with sacks of concrete across the shopping center parking lot, its iron wheels threaten the asphalt, already softened by an oppressive sun.  At my truck, I lift each dusty sack onto the open… Read More »Iron Wheels

One Star Too Many

Sitting comfortably in a tubful of steamy water,sipping a cold beer,I read my former teacher GeraldLocklin’s little red chapbook, The Iceberg Theory & Other Poems.Halfway through, I come acrossthe poem, “Sedation Time.”Gerry is having trouble fallingasleep in his hotel room,… Read More »One Star Too Many

200 Meters

When she draws the outside lane, I mumble my displeasure, then look my daughter in the eyes. “It’s the toughest lane to win from.  You’ll think you’re leading, then as you come out of the turn, the entire field makes… Read More »200 Meters

A Reasonable Explanation

It was late afternoon when I got off work.  I’d powered through lunch—pipe-fitting an overhead water main with another retirement-age construction worker—so I was hungry and my arms and shoulders ached.  But I’d been working-out regularly—mostly bench press and dumbbells—so… Read More »A Reasonable Explanation