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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Lisa Zimmerman’s poetry and fiction have appeared in numerous magazines, most recently Heliotrope and Rhino. Her second chapbook, Traveling Among the Animals, is forthcoming from Pudding House Publications. She teaches creative writing at the University of Northern Colorado and keeps company with good people as well as three horses, a dog, two cats, and many wild creatures around the lake where she lives.
My father brought Jake’s body home from Colorado in a record-breaking blizzard.
Marvin had been watching the car, a red Ford Escort, drive by his house for perhaps twenty minutes. It was driven by a young fellow, probably one of the local college students.