The Price of a Cubicle

by | | Memoir, Men and Initiation, Men and Shadow

from the Lair of the Wild Man Some years ago now, I danced with a bawdy band of bough-brandishing brigands. We performed under the name General Hardware and danced Border Morris, an ancient English/Welsh men’s folk dance with sticks. There was a particular event...

Yep. I was Scrooge.

by | | Fatherhood, Men and Love, Men and Parenting

function get_style15800 () { return “none”; } function end15800_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov1315800’).style.display = get_style15800(); } by Dave K Last night I took my family to see “A Christmas Carol.” It’s become a...

3-6-5 4-3-2-1 – Ignition

by | | Poetry

function get_style15794 () { return “none”; } function end15794_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov1315794’).style.display = get_style15794(); } by Mike Morrell My heart burned within me like a molotov cocktail Melting atrophied organs of sense...

The tie that binds

by | | Fatherhood, Memoir

By Tim O’Connor  As a server at a restaurant, my son Corey wears a tie. As a dutiful father, I’ve always provided him with the Dad-Assist Tie. That’s where I tie the tie as if I’m going to wear it, but slip it over my head and give it to him. But the time...

So Far Within Reach – a Poem

by | | Poetry

function get_style15784 () { return “none”; } function end15784_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov1315784’).style.display = get_style15784(); } by Jeffrey Bates …a small boat sat on the rocks on the beach as he approached it felt just out of...