by Philip Runia *Published in Volume 6.5 of Fools Magazine The cheep-cheep of the bird outside is rapturous. Not quite a joyful song, but as if it were demanding or anticipating that something happen. Though I don’t have my glasses on, I can tell by the gray shade of the sky and the cool smell […]
Sometimes it’s you in your bed, your grandchildren’s soft, sad eyes and your last breath surrounding you. Or you’re choking the life from the steering wheel of a sedan, gazing at the roadkill behind you and wondering why it was so important to look down and skip that gimmicky song. Or perhaps you’ve collapsed the […]
Philip Runia