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Irish Gumbo · 5d ago

Can I Get A Witness?

Father's Day. Sunday, June 18th, 2017. A gray day, alas, but weather has its own agenda. This is a repost from January 9th, 2009. It is also the reason I cajoled myself out of bed this morni...
Irish Gumbo · 1W ago

Water-silver, Flow For Me

Blood and muscle seem aggressively prosaic in consideration of matters of the heart. It seems impossible such a lump of flesh could carry, could withstand the currents that flow between one ...
Irish Gumbo · 1M ago

The Fracture

Chasm, by Kevin Shea, May 2017No one tells you that little drama would have a huge part in the fracture of life, in the foot bones of the soul while it slams the brake pedal to the floor in ...
Irish Gumbo · 2M ago

Bullet and Target

A little something I rediscovered while editing my field notes. A curiosity for your edification and rumination. Not sure about the delight.BULLET AND TARGETThe heart stares downa blue steel...
Irish Gumbo · 3M 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 · 4M 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 · 4M 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 · 5M 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 · 5M 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 · 5M 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...