Musings

Shorter writing — essays, poems, and things I’m still thinking through.

For the Love of Garlic

I am, after all, the Garlic Man. Nobody else calls me that, but I have a reputation to keep.

I believe in God for many of the same reasons other people don't.

Nature seems willing to tolerate an astonishing amount of male foolishness to keep the species going.

The touch feels good, but what matters more to me is what the touch is saying.

Maybe when an old person repeats a story, they are asking us to help them remember that their life happened.

I heard a whisper pass.