Jon Tribble: Missionary Barrel
for my father Like a loose plank on a flatbed Ford skittering and shimmying the bolt free, your life has shaken out the cotton fields in Limestone County, the … Continue reading
Jon Tribble: Anubis Online
… every god that is dead can be conjured again to life, as any fragment of rock from a hillside, set respectfully in a garden, will arrest the eye. —Joseph Campbell, … Continue reading
Jon Tribble: War
Red maple, sweetgum slashed and torn out by the roots so we could build a jungle underneath the pines, so our camouflage would blend us with crows’ panic, with honeysuckle … Continue reading
Jon Tribble: 38,000,000 Reasons
I had left the Colonel and his kitchen behind for good and was detoxing as a movie theater usher in the last of my senior year of high school, but … Continue reading
Jon Tribble: Ball and Pivot
. Jerry looked better than any hog-faced man should, a Porky Pig grin always on his face, happy to meet us each time he came around to fix what had … Continue reading
