Category: Yo Ivanhoe

A man finds himself stranded halfway across a bridge that he suddenly realizes is taking him nowhere. He pauses for a moment in the darkness to catch his breath and notices, for the first time, a river rolling along far below him. The river is alive. It is moving, going unimaginable places, traveling ultimately to…

How long, I wonder, was the world’s longest suicide note? And, however long it was, do you suppose it was long enough? It was January, a Friday night just like this one. It got dark early, and it got so dark. The darkness didn’t even fall; it just seemed to spend half the day creeping…

Dead, the slender bug astonished with its complexity of sprung parts and the volume of its viscosity, the evidence of a supreme and comically-mad engineer’s attention to detail. One of God’s little basement projects. The poor little dude. What did this skittering mystery hope to find on the other side of the room? Perhaps the…

He’d sit up in the darkness staring across the inlet at the lighthouse on its pile of rocks, tossing its feeble light out into the fog rolling in off the lake. It was a ridiculous and hokey metaphor for exactly where he was in his life, but, what the hell, it was oddly comforting. The…

Ruckert lived across a pasture from an order of monks who were famous for their gingerbread, their honey, and their singing. They’d supposedly sung at the White House once upon a time, and had made a few records. The had an orchard out behind the monastery, where they kept their bees, and Ruckert often saw…