Steve MockensturmThat Which Causes HarmIt wasn’t easy having your own flesh and blood go through something like that, something so unfamiliar that not much can prepare you for…Feb 4, 2016Feb 4, 2016
Steve MockensturmTo Imitate The ChristThe steam hovered above the blacktop as three cars at a four-way stop contemplated the next to go, a series of jumps and starts and the…Feb 3, 2016Feb 3, 2016
Steve MockensturmAir, Wood and GraceWe borrowed a guitar once in the hills of Tennessee that was rumored to have a rattlesnake tail inside of it that had been thrown through…Feb 2, 2016Feb 2, 2016
Steve MockensturmEverything Else Is CoveredBaseball bats and hockey sticks, a faux penalty box, sometimes the ending of a book harder to finish than the beginning of the book, as to…Feb 1, 2016Feb 1, 2016
Steve MockensturmThis May Not Need MuchThe dogs almost never fight, save the occasional bit of business over lunch or dinner, but they’ll prowl as a team scouring the fence line…Jan 31, 2016Jan 31, 2016
Steve MockensturmAmong The ReedsMany people will look at the small bodies of water in the early pink morning and say that looks like a piece of glass, the mist barely two…Jan 30, 2016Jan 30, 2016
Steve MockensturmDiscarded and UneducatedIt was a glass shattered as it hit the top of the bar like a piece of ice and slush from the darkest, coldest nether regions on the other…Jan 29, 2016Jan 29, 2016
Steve MockensturmThe Grapes of Mrs. RathI wonder if Mrs. Hulda Rath ever realized how much she affected my life. Probably not. It’s funny how a teacher gets stuck in your head and…May 1, 2015May 1, 2015
Steve MockensturminPandemic DiariesEl SegundoDwight Yoakam and the False Binary of TimeApr 21, 2015Apr 21, 2015
