recently published!
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Eating My Hands
I’m eating my hands again, tearing at the skin with my foreteeth until the blood burns my tongue, strip-mining the fingernails, gnawing the heart of the calluses until the nerve ends scream. Because I am not using them to translate the currents that surge through my veins, I am punishing them, as if I were angry at them and not myself, as if by eating I could be less hungry for what I have not been. The fox with its front paw caught in the steel trap eats its way to freedom. I eat and am consumed. Today, again, I will un- wrap them. I’ll wash them, hold them to the light, shake them dry, shake until the blood thrilling through my fingertips invigorates the pain. I will use them or eat them. links to recently published work:
Just marked my 60th birthday. Holy cow! Here is an essay, Honing the Edge, from the Blue Lyra Review, that expresses the mindset I am taking into my seventh decade. "Risk is wholesome, and it is freeing; to be fully alive requires it."
Ah, high school! Click on this link, from bioStories Magazine, for Eddie and Me, a tale of attraction, betrayal and the ultimate triumph from the trenches of the all-boys Catholic school of my youth.
Here's two nice calm poems, "Be, Be," Buddha Said, and In the Evening the Two of Us, from the Buddhist Poetry Review.
Something from the "When Will I Ever Learn?" Department: Here is a little story, On Static Peak, from the Watershed Review, about a dicey moment on a hike my nephew Aaron and I took in the Tetons a couple of summers back. ON YOU TUBE
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