Category: Yo Ivanhoe

  • Early

    Early Berleson had long since grown accustomed to the static routine of his middle years. He would sleepwalk through the day at work, make his way home in a sort of empirical blackout, and then, eventually, the night would just fall out from under him and leave him floating in murky space, listening to the…

  • Only Once

    Only once it happened, only the one time, that once upon a time, the only memory I have left that inspires anything for the man but disgust. And even so, it wasn’t love I was feeling that day, but a sort of plain pity and cruel fascination, but, Jesus, it was a great moment, almost…

  • It's Not Like I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up

    I still love baseball. I still make an attempt to at least keep tabs on every game, and religiously scroll through the boxscores every morning. I don’t know, quite honestly, why it’s been so hard to write about the Twins this year (and, truth be told, through the second half of last season). Actually, I…

  • Living Through

    Those days were an iron wagon loaded with rocks that we dragged through muddy fields with our teeth. You were a magnificent burning boat that would not sink. We were as prepared as anyone could be who was facing a long night like that. We had, at any rate, been preparing for it for decades.…

  • Someday

    –Image copyright Rocky Schenck Right now, right this moment, you’d like nothing better than to sit staring at the splendid moon floating in a shallow cloud-saucer of skim milk right outside your window. There’s a nice breeze, and surely memories are moving on it. Pleasant memories, I’ve no doubt, if you could manage to sit…

  • Ain't It Funny How The Night Moves

    The night doesn’t move at all. It doesn’t budge. It’s like it drops from out of nowhere, and all of a sudden I’m splayed in total darkness on the floor thinking about goats. And I know that it’s going to just squat there over me, to the point where I can’t move and can barely…