Of Course I’m Still Sleeping but I Feel Radiant and Extended by Rich Ives

When he’s alone too much, he starts to feel crowded. He can see some of himself attached to the bit of slug news posted on the ivy. A quiet enough man can find his own wind in the spaces between snowflakes, but a too quiet man finds a storm he cannot recognize as his own. This man tends to sleep when things get too exciting. … Continue reading Of Course I’m Still Sleeping but I Feel Radiant and Extended by Rich Ives

Morality and Intention in the Novel of Faulty Utensils by Rich Ives

This happened in Detroit or Iceland. This is inside me. It’s not something you can fully comprehend unless you’re carrying a giant measuring device of Celtic origin or one of those mirrored spy cameras that allow you adequate perspective. This is a territory. This is a bringing together of disparate leaves. I fix things, an elk-like tendency to bugle, old rose bushes with too many … Continue reading Morality and Intention in the Novel of Faulty Utensils by Rich Ives