The Gristy Mill

The Fell Clutch 

In life’s bleak stretches, when loss is a lump in my throat and the hours are awash with fatigue and futility, I turn to International Talk Like a Pirate Day …

Posted 10/22/2017

But If the While I Think On Thee

A new guy has moved into my bathroom mirror. I’m a little startled whenever I see him because I’m used to the old guy.

Posted 10/15/2017

Wakening

A year to the day after my diagnosis I had the rare opportunity to attend my own funeral.

Posted 10/8/2017

Into the Black Sea

One gentle summer night in the city of Timisoara, I watched my friend, Brandon, throw his trumpet out of the second story window of our dormitory.

Posted 10/1/2017