Manifestos #1

Manifestos #1

Editor’s Note: With this, Steven M. Ford begins a series of short, thematically connected pieces. Stay tuned for more.   The guarantees in my life are uncertainty, adventure, and crystalline pure discovery. It never stops. The days and nights don’t carry...
Flea Market

Flea Market

  He prowls the drive-in theater In daylight through a tinny confusion Of accordions from the land to the south Among stalks of sugarcane Boxes of eight-track tapes Purses T-shirts Toys and dishes The detritus of other folks’ Much too much lives He rescues...
Falling

Falling

Falling is an inescapable factor in my life. Whenever I am in inner turmoil, fearful or exhausted, I fall. Mother Earth just calls me home. I fell at my children’s school one day after a big event that I coordinated. I remember a parent calmly saying, “No,...