If you feel like scaring yourself slightly shitless today, google the worst-case scenarios of an EMP attack. The Cold War was all about total–and mutual–annihilation.…

Standing on the back patio, half-step past the corroded frame of the departed screen door, my hands were drawn to the natural holds — the…

They say that astronauts become more of themselves the longer they’re in space. The capsule becomes an echo chamber, one’s quirks bouncing off the walls,…

I snuck into another reading group this summer, a sensibly paced one with bite-sized assignments: essays, chapters, meditations. I figured I could swing it. And…

My wife tells me I’ve got a problem with the T-shirts, the black T-shirts. I have dozens, some unworn, tags attached, in a bin in…

What was blogging before blogging? Odd question as now we’re pretty much living in a post-blog world. Sure, there are people with their own personal…

Three imagined blocks abut A tower three-times struck. Set high with federal pride,Soon vandalized and then pulverized.Delinquent kicks, a joy-ride Through sky-bound fields, three crops…

Outside of Renner, South Dakota I found a fork less-travelled-by. And knew I had my chance: To try R. Frost’s advice, Put Yogi B. to…

Despite a strict adherence to hand-washing and a measured avoidance of pre-schoolers, I had one of those days that always come once, twice, a winter:…

Ira Glass, of This American Life fame, was a regular voice on my stereo for years. Since the rise of the hydra-headed podcast, he’s slipped…