Month: September 2013

SWM Seeking a Cause

Watching The Wind That Shakes the Barley, about the Irish fight for independence from the United Kingdom, I feel a sense of something missing from my life. These young men and women are almost rabid in their agitation for Irish independence, practically to the point of foaming at the mouth and biting strangers. They’ve dedicated their lives and souls to…

Desiring Soup

The smell of soup. Good soup, clean soup, the soup of childhood sick days spent at home on the couch watching cartoons. Mom in the kitchen, cleaning, cooking, watching, out of the corner of her eye, her child in unsolicited misery, silent on the sofa. She makes soup. Chicken stock, noodles, carrots diced so finely they may as well be…

Indian Summer

It was hot today. The kind of cantankerous September heat that signals the last days of summer, the burning ember at the bottom of the campfire, flaring up for one last hopeful go at sparking a conflagration. Alas, it’s too late, the seasons are moving on, inevitably, but with all the dull insincerity of a forgetful boyfriend. “Oh, it’s our…

Erratum, or The Last Few Weeks Pt. 2

When I’m not busy curing world hunger or throwing live rattlesnakes at orphans, you’ll typically find me reclined by the rooftop pool, surrounded by neighbors up there to soak up the sun. Like the yellow head of a sunflower stalk, they incrementally adjust themselves to achieve maximum UV exposure. Also like plants, they’re exceptionally vegetative. It’s rare that I see…