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Getting out of bed Drop the bed rail, up because I flail incontinence currently not an issue issue, get it, hah. Many decisions all in a row to get up, now the bedrail is down cross the fence, leaving paddock nightmares to roam no dancing on the ceiling sure that up was down vertiginous falling

A ONE ANA TWO ANA NOIR It’s Saturday afternoon and I cry at the black and white picture tv like I learned to watch Lawrence Welk from North Dakota, just across the line, only white people me more related to the Germans even then lensing this show in a Dusseldorf club with hardly hardly a

The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. – F.Scott Fitzgerald I sat on my glasses for the last time yesterday. They broke. Glasses have been a part of my life since I was four years

Victor Enns was the publisher of Rhubarb magazine, including anthologies of Mennonite fiction, poetry, and literary criticism. Finding clarity in 2005 he published Lucky Man, boy (2012) Afghanistan confessions (2014) with Hagios Press, and most recently Love & Surgery (Radiant Press) in 2019. He has been published in Rattle magazine and most recently in Grain,

INGREDIENTS 1 onion 4 cloves garlic 1 peeled then diced or grated piece of ginger 1 medium butternut squash 4 to 6 carrots 2 cups chicken broth 1/2 to 1 cup milk depending on texture Ground Coriander (no seeds in this one) 2 table spoons powdered curry 1 teasepon red Thai Curry Dash of Cumin

Two songs on “my station” that were perfectly chosen even if by Al Gory Rhythm, “It might as well be spring,” a Bill Evans classic played by Kenny Barron and Charlie Haden, and now Bruce Cockburn sings “Let us Go Laughing.” Encouragement to keep making, old style, seat to chair. “Lighten up,” is not always

I remembered this $100  dream on waking “I was riding transit bus. I was attempting to read a poem out loud I had won e competition I had won the top prize,  $100 poetry contest, and the privilege of reading it on a moving transit bus. Riders seemed all to be other contestants, many known