For those of you interested in such things, here’s an extended prose poem / short short story I wrote several years back. Regular posting will resume soon. Isaac and Rachel: A Love Song Analepsis/Prolepsis This is how his father was. Opportunity for prayer, which the old man couched in the secular “giving thanks,” lay open everywhere, a ubiquitous pressing together of fleshy palms, a collision of large-fingered hams pruning the

*Oooof* Seems herring doesn’t much care for me, though…

What can I say? I like herring.