Author: Brad Zellar

  • Jeffrey Harrison

    It’s always a good thing when poetry offers surprises (it’s rarer than you might think—if in fact you think about poetry at all). It’s also a good thing when poetry offers lucidity, music, and mystery in something like equal measure (also rarer than you might think). Jeffrey Harrison’s poetry offers all of those things with…

  • Grandfather

    I learned early that I’d never be the king of anything. I can for damn sure live with that the short time I have left. Nobody needs to tell me what I am, and I don’t have the time of day for a notion so foolish as who. Leave that horseshit to the pansies. I…

  • Is Anybody Alive Out There?

    Is anybody still paying attention? Some of us, of course, can’t help ourselves. Some of us actually watched that game tonight. And some game, huh? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a game end on a dropped pop-up to the second baseman. That there qualifies as tee-ball heroics. Still, the Twins did come back after…

  • Soundtrack For the Ultimate Roadtrip

    Fifty songs for fifty states. Not bad, but I’m sure we could swap out better choices for at least half of these.

  • Cue, Once Again, Barber's Adagio for Strings

    We shall find peace. We shall hear the angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds. –Chekhov, Uncle Vanya It’s all just history now, that still incomprehensible day six years ago, history buried under history, with more awful history heaped on top of it. It gets buried deeper all the time. Rubble and ruin…

  • Another Summer, Gone Into The Gloaming

    How was your lovely Labor Day weekend? Mine? Horseshit, but thanks for asking. Though it pains me to admit this, and though I should be ashamed of myself, I spent the weekend watching baseball. Over at On the Ball, Britt Robson, David Brauer, and I discuss the disappointing season to date. Go over there and…