It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry

For my brother, Mike, on his birthday:

When I say I wish you were here I do not mean it in the non-sincere sense that often exists with correspondence on the internet. I wish means not only do I hope that you will come back to Minnesota, I wish means we are in this world together and let us wish together for the success of the risk we take at being alive.

Happy Birthday, Mike.



Poem of the Hour

Last night I was searching my bookshelf for a specific book. As I turned my head sideways, reading the titles on the spines, I realized I could have some fun putting together a poem. Though the results reach no great heights, here it is, called, “Later the Same Day”: