Confined to Quarters
May 1, 2017Personal Essay by Marianne Goldsmith
Off his meds, Daniel went to a bar, got spooked, and lost his temper.
Off his meds, Daniel went to a bar, got spooked, and lost his temper.
Where does meaning lurk in a universe where mountains are mangy from fires and logging?
'No, no, no,' said C, 'this dude cannot paint a lady.'
He told us all about bears and what to do when we met one.
On the day the office burned down and everyone died, Rosh thought, 'That’s it, I’m retiring.'
I would be a day. I’d run around after myself. I would cohere.
I imagine this boat tattooed: the engraved wings reaching in each direction, indicating those early sea voyages.