Thurston’s Class

The odds are good but the goods are odd The concept of fighting a fight in the way we imagine- hand to hand- combat has evolved into This. What is scary about it is the idea that we are fighting every day And we are not at all soldiers in the traditional sense. If poetry […]

The dance

I accompanied my dear friends Nate and Megan to their four-year-old, Koda’s, soccer game. It was an overcast Saturday morning in April, after the Beaver Full Moon. They live in a small town called Mazomanie, Wisconsin. Their house was a sanctuary retreat from the second sea. In the summer the area is varying degrees of … Continue reading The dance