Today, some prose, from Love & Fury, 2014

            Soon after that I had a dream: I was in a room with a giant map of the world on the wall. I held a long wooden pointer with a black rubber tip like the nuns used to use in school. My father was sitting on a kind of black leather throne with a gold seal of some sort above it while I advised him, explaining that this little war here, and this one here, and this one, and this one, were threatening to soon run together and become World War III. As I waited for his response, I saw fire at the windows, fire all around outside. It had begun. “I told you! I warned you!” I yelled at him.

“Yes, but what the hell did you expect me to do about it?”