Author: Ben Butina



I am alone on the porch except for you, little girl we are the only two around who enjoy this soggy heat. You land on my ankle, and begin your preparation the ritual passed down from your ancestors. I begin my own rite, the snap of my lighter a flame […]


To the Driver of a Passing Car

If I can hear your stereo down here on my porch, then the volume must be loud in your car. Loud enough to rattle your windows, if you have a subwoofer. (And I bet you do.) I wish that I could stop your car, just a for a moment, an […]