I sprawl out over the sun-baked earth as if shoved. My hands burn from the scrape, and my face lands flat on its side. I get to my knees and blow dirt from my mouth. All around me is a barren wasteland. No vegetation or shade exists except for the thin dark clouds that blockContinue reading “The Swamp of My Subconscious”
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87 Flips
“Dad! Can you smell that?” This is never a comfortable question coming from a four year old. “What Benny?” “It’s Spring!” I smile. He’s a few months early, but I smell it too. Last week the thermometer in my truck registered -4º F. Yesterday, February 5th, it was 53ºF and sunny. Winter in Connecticut. AsContinue reading “87 Flips”