John Randall often writes about the natural world and finds that travel sparks a desire to put pen to paper. His interests include painting, ad hoc property maintenance, birds, firewood, the First Amendment, and listening to podcasts. His work has appeared in Atlanta Review, Parhelion, and Temenos. He lives in Missouri, but you can find him here.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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