Mares Eat Oats
“Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. A kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?” Hi. My name is Wayne. I am sixty-four years old. And in this moment, I realized the kid is a baby goat. Not a child. Not some strange little ankle biter…
The Tool Is Not the Boss
I have talked to a hammer before, and usually after I smashed a thumb. I have said a few unkind words to a socket wrench too, especially after dropping a starter on my face. That wrench did not warn me. It did not apologize. It did not offer comfort,…
Pick Up More Than the Fork
There are days when I look at what passes for news and wonder if the whole world needs to pull over, shut the engine off, and let the smoke clear. Not real news. I can handle real news, but this? No. I shut whatever this is off. Tell me where war is…