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Irish Gumbo · 1W ago

Sunday Meditation #49: Things I Learned From My Mama

Sitting in the studied anonymity of a fast food joint, I wipe with a napkin the crumbs from my chin. It is a pause in the work day and surprisingly restorative, especially when I willfully i...
Irish Gumbo · 1M ago

On The Salubrity of Garlic Burps Versus Chewing Chalk

It was the heartburn that had me reaching for an extinguisher. Not for the first time had my taste for red beans led to a rebellion in the esophagus. This particular revolt was robust in sco...
Irish Gumbo · 1M ago

Gochujang Made Me Do It

It was a trip to get three things. Three. A loaves and fishes minor miracle that I walked ...
Irish Gumbo · 2M ago

Sunday Meditation #48: We Are Imperial and Ridiculous

The night sky bears down on us with its scattering of diamonds on black velvet. The pale smear of the Milky Way slips in and out of vision, frustrating and captivating all at once. In the fl...
Irish Gumbo · 2M ago

Jaguar in Winter

Blood slows after the solstice but does not stop. Sunlight is a precious metal mined from the space between the shadows of the leaves and branches. The dappled chest breathes deep while draw...
Irish Gumbo · 2M ago

Broken Compass

Sunrise on the headland and on the last day of the year. The storm of the last few days had broken up, rosy beams of light chasing off a few straggling clouds. Breakfast and a wee dram had n...
Irish Gumbo · 3M ago

Last Known Sighting

Over the many winters of his life, the mapmaker Bradán could not recall vellum as old as that which lay before him. Rougher than the newer leaves, but thick and sturdy. The tiktiktik of divi...
Irish Gumbo · 3M ago

Tide and Wrack

Things have been quiet here on the headland. Panes have rattled little in their frames, mostly. There are those who work hard to convince me that this particular silence is a good thing. I r...
Irish Gumbo · 4M ago

For the Greater Good

Field notes, November 7th 2016. Approximately 3:30 PM.The walls were closing in, so I bestirred myself out of doors. Ambling though a local park, I heard some small voices raised to one anot...
Irish Gumbo · 5M ago

Ant's Fear of Drowning

water was falling-risingin the humid fecund darklong before we kneweach others namesyears in the undergroundbefore her heart lit the gloommine knew it was lovethe day she said brightlythe so...