When I was a boy, my dad always said not to be like him. People would say, “You look just like your Daddy,” which I heard so often he sometimes…
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Back at the dawn of my thirties, in that wet, windy month when fall turns to fell, I found myself mostly jobless, newly loveless, living on a cold, dead warship…
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They were two 12 year old boys fighting sleep in an attic room, wondering when their balls would drop and why fathers were so strange. They stretched across the top…
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HELLO MUSSOLINI runs every Wednesday as a part of The New Comics. Want to be considered for The New Comics? Send work to Comics Curator Keith McCleary via the Entropy submissions page. HELLO MUSSOLINI: Dads For Trump…
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Baseball: A game played between two teams that take turns playing offense and defense. Two teams take the field for play. We sing an anthemic devotion to our pastime like…
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I view my father’s death through kaleidoscopic glass. The shape of things, the colors, the images, I twist my hands around and they all blend together, morphing into mutants of…
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My sister took a picture and called it “The Food Chain.” A dry earthworm, thick with road dust, clamped in the bright jaw of a mockingbird trapped in the chrome…