VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rick Christiansen

POSTCARDS We sit across from one another at the old linoleum table.  It rocks slightly each time one of us rests a hand or forearm onto it.  She places postcards on the table between us as I absently pick at the worn linoleum, creating small flakes which I then brush to the floor. She arraysContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rick Christiansen”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Bruce Hodder

On Morphine (after my lung collapsed) I saw all four Beatles in a green stuffed pepper one lunchtime, and Jesus  in my ward shower curtain. The words on the page of the book I was reading leaped and pirouetted like ants in a ballet. It was trippy, almost worth nearly dying for, but considering IContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Bruce Hodder”