Tag Archives: Colin Dodds

It’s a nice fall day in Camden, New York. Sunny and cool, and my sweater feels good. The traffic is light; half the city is staying home to watch the game. The stadium is on the other side of town. … Continue reading →

By the delta of the piss stream flowing from the steel door to the subway trench, I furrowed my brow, tried to discern my benefactor from my enemy, searched for the egregious sin to blame or the irrefutable virtue to … Continue reading →

Exiled for uncleanness, prophesying in a group, by the bad bend in the river, cooking cheeseburgers over a dung fire, ragged and wild-eyed sneaking up on you in shopping centers, saying “I will tell you the truth, only because you … Continue reading →