After watching Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey, I talked with my old friend Mike about how the movie impressed me. Mike also enjoyed the film and had seen things in it that I’d missed. One observation he made which I’m sort of borrowing right now is that in ancient times dreams were closer to reality, or […]

He looked for disturbances on the smooth, blue horizon, birds diving, fish breaking the surface. Out to sea He saw spilled-ink patches: schools of menhaden. The presence of forage fish injected air into the atavistic depths of his blood. They signified feeding, the violence of an unseen universe.

New poem by LA Enck: “Phantom Limb”