Author: Cecil Vortex

Gathering My Stones

Other boys stay out late and smoke. They use bad words. They worship false gods. When they ask me to come along I say I’m busy. I’m keeping my hands clean. It’s been hard work, really really hard work keeping…

The Deathmarch to the Lighthouse, Week 4

Who was the maroon who scheduled a Deathmarch right in the middle of election season? Oh yeah, I was the maroon. Sorry to all excellent Deathmarchers. I’ve really punked it up this week, missing Week 4 on Wednesday and remaining…

He can’t feel his paws

Chicken and eggs lobbed from twelve feet away keep him fed. They comb his mane when he’s sleeping. They clean his chin with a sponge. Planted in someone’s garden next to the tulips. Cool dirt and pebbles pack up tight…

Earth, Wind, and Fire Fighters

It’s comforting to know we still have fire fighters amongst us — people dedicated to finding fires and then fighting them. Fire needs to be fought. There are other primal forces that need to be fought, of course. I’d like…

One of the best hugs

you’ll ever get from your six-year-old is the one that comes after you’ve taken him and a friend of his trick or treating two skipping ninjas out in the dark going as long and as far as they want extracting…

The Middle Ages

I’m 39 and convinced that I’m middle aged. Which is fine by me. In fact, I like it. It’s kind of like I’m floating around in the middle of a lake in an inflatable tube. There’s lots of water on…