Entries by Tim Brostrom

Busting the Unions

Busting the Unions The clerk’s ear is dark as a nickel tattoo. Mules block his path west, but not for long. He punches one of the damn mules in the neck and heads around the corner onto 8th street. The mule driver looks aflustered, but he’s a might small to do anything about it. Spits, […]

Leopoldo on being An Instrument of God

An Instrument of God Letters from Leopoldo Giordania to Arturo Arturo, we are flutes with missing key pads, guitars with broken strings and pianos out of tune. I have often thought of us in this way, out of harmony with nature’s rhythms, discordant and atonal. But there is a better metaphor, that of the lens. […]

Leopoldo: Look deeper. Look elsewhere.

Look deeper. Look elsewhere. Letters from Leopoldo Giordania to Arturo Arturo, mind is not in control of mind. We spend our lives believing in control. We talk to each other as if aware and purposeful, but are we really in control of anything? “A mere heap of conditions this, where no being can be found.” […]

Leopoldo on the Duty to Philosophize

A Duty to Philosophize Letters from Leopoldo Giordania to Arturo Today you asked about philosophy. What a great question for a young man to ask. I am not formally trained in the discipline, but let me point to the difference between having a philosophy and philosophizing. One is what we think we know, the other […]

Leopoldo on Circumstance and Epistemology

Circumstance and epistemology Letters from Leopoldo Giordania to Arturo What does it mean to be human, Arturo? Begin every day with that question. We are blessed with exceptional innate, acquired and mediated qualities, but in that we are not alone. All sentient beings have the common quality of awareness, and where there is awareness, there […]


Paul The place we first discover how vast it all is, becomes the dream we revisit when life falls short. For Paul, that place is the Western North Shore of Lake Superior, where black rocks at the lake’s lapping edge rest smooth as rising dough beneath rhythmic waves. Paul rose slowly from his bed and […]


Cookie Cookie begins summer with a dozen old sweaters compressed tightly into Glad bags. Stitch upon stitch, row upon row, she disassembles them into the balls of yarn stored in her green stackable Tupperware bins. Many friends and neighbors from Mitchell county donate their old sweaters, scarves, and other yarn goods to her in the […]

Electra Glide

Electra Glide I drop smoothly onto the black leather cushion and lift my right boot to the footrest. I am planted solidly on the machine and love the feel of it. Here and there I flick away bits of dust as I polish the burgundy gas tank with my forearm. This is the burgundy of […]

That Guy Caulfield

That Guy Caulfield [ As background, I was asked years ago to do a book report on Catcher in the Rye, a now classic coming of age story by J.D. Salinger. I chose to fictionalize the report. ]   It’s not like me to mess up on writing a paper, it’s really not. But what […]