Pacific Junction, IowaWhen the tire blew out in a most spectacular fashion, prompting the comment,” That’s not a tire – that's a rim with a miniskirt!”Praise beto the long-hairedboy from Iowawho stopped at the intersectionof I-29 and Pacific Junctionto extend his help to me.You take your chancesaccepting offers from strangers.Statistics: Many predatorshave been described as clean-cut,nice-looking gentleman.That thought did nothingto assuage my fearof strangers, even oneswith mechanical skills. He offeredto take my spareback to his houseand fill it, refused my money,warned me to drive carefully.Wasn't he a stringy-hairedangel in greasy sweatpants.Wasn't he.
Photo by Heidi Hermanson
A Cure For PainWould it seem a sacrilegeto waste this time on tears:given all prisms, even the muddy Moresembles onyx tonight. Soturn. The river you step in nowis not the water you stood inyesterday. Step away and pirouette through soft hushed snowinto gleaming night.