Lucy stepped on an ancient landmine outside Girvetz Hall. I talked to her Brother, Suvin, about it while we were on the beach, and Lucy was treated in the aid center. “If it had been one of those new ones, I’m not sure there would be any Lucy left.” He said. Across the sea, the single oil platform stood proud and sturdy, impressing us from miles off the coast. The green, littered waves came lazily ashore in a way that almost made them look safe. We continued down the bea

That mossy stone there, man-shaped with such care, blindly, it stares at me, and everyone else. Proud gaze, unaware,  eroding green eyes and hair, yet somehow it stares, returned gazes for 300 years. And now it sits here: a stone’s new home. Uncertain ancient leer, frequented, and alone, this spectacle is skeptical of ever going home to that stone dead carver, that human he calls father, long buried under fodder who shaped him at such cost, sunken and decayed like  me in one

It started when the viewer was young. Too young.  Urged to ingest death as a trooper,  or a spectator to gladiatorial games,  only with a laptop computer.  Brothers laugh hysterically, “let's show the kid,”  a video of a woman being stuffed full of squid.  Full screen, “how about that other one?”  A roadside murder with a shotgun.  Head exploded like a watermelon — this is something new this New Colosseum offers quite the view!   Now let's try to sleep,  a day started with ca

It was just three quick days after his death that our father’s cremation appointment had us driving across town. He rode in the trunk. His body was all wrapped up in linen, just his shoes sticking out one end because they were so hard to contain. He died suddenly. “Something wrong with his guts,” they said in a diagnosis five days ago. His illness took over in a week, and soon enough he was more illness than anything else. It started with intense sweating that gave way to de