Photo by Marian Brandt
Sounds Carry Across the Water
Howie Good
The ice on the bay is in full retreat. Conditions at night are such that sounds carry across the water. A dog barks insanely as the door to heaven is locked and bolted and God presses a wary eye to the peephole. Just because you don’t know something doesn’t mean you got to act like it’s something not worth knowing. On the latest X-ray my left lung appears to be embedded with fragments of crushed glass. The protein powder wasn’t protein. I struggle to adjust my expectations. We’re at war, and the robots are winning.
Howie Good
The ice on the bay is in full retreat. Conditions at night are such that sounds carry across the water. A dog barks insanely as the door to heaven is locked and bolted and God presses a wary eye to the peephole. Just because you don’t know something doesn’t mean you got to act like it’s something not worth knowing. On the latest X-ray my left lung appears to be embedded with fragments of crushed glass. The protein powder wasn’t protein. I struggle to adjust my expectations. We’re at war, and the robots are winning.