8 Jul

One of the beautiful things about journals like Metazen that provide daily content is the startle they can produce. Like today, here I am just browsing through my Google Reader and Mel Bosworth’s story “Wild Wolves” pops up and I read the first paragraph then the second, as all good reading goes, and BOOM it slips a slapping detail then another then the end about knocks me out of this stuffy room. I’ll call that an eye-opening surprise.

Check out this rad writing from the middle of the piece:

“SHOES!” and a third finger unfurled to complete the hat trick. I was reminded of my father’s hockey days, when the lake would freeze and our faces would wither, his always more than mine, and how when it was time to go home for dinner he’d chew on the puck, weeping.

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