The Politics of Walking

  I’m not fond of the word, revolution. Bigger men than I have carried guns throughout history and made a loud clamor. But nothing lasts forever, not even the fire sustained by their children. More to the point, how useless I would be in war; this mind is enough to fight alone. And besides, I…

Between Meds and Madness

Yesterday, I called my brother. I thought he was coming up this weekend so I just wanted to check up on him. Since I had him on the phone we got to talking and catching up.  It had been a while. Phone conversations with my brother start with, “how are you?” And with the same,…