by Shavar Salinas
Ours is a town with an easy chair's allure. A lack of urgency - and I don't mean the sort born of stupidity, I mean a calm born of discipline and respect - is recognized, enjoyed and appreciated. Suitable weather arrives each season, it's never too warm or frigid. Trust me - you'd give more than a passing thought to uprooting yourself and moving here. Time moves as it should. We all feel bad for Ted's mother - whatshername - taking care of her mother over in Sioux Falls, but truth be told, she smells like mildew (Ted's mother I mean); no one misses her.
Shavar Salinas reads poetry at night. Only at night.