I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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Ed Meek’s poem in this issue is from his collection What We Love (Blue Light Press/1stWorld Publishing), and his fiction and poetry have appeared in the Paris Review, the Cream City Review, and the North American Review. He lives in Somerville, Massachusetts, where he is training for the Boston Marathon.