The evolution of the human body is predicated on the necessity of movement and action. Simply put, we were built to walk, run, jump, hunt, and compete. The stories and poems here tap into that shared ancestry of motion and our fascination with the exhibition of physical prowess—from enthusiast cave-diving to the simple pleasure of watching a sporting event.
I cradled the lifeless bird and marveled at its beauty.
In all my years, I never got two hundred dollars ahead.
I experienced baseball as an affair of adult proportions.
What buys the right to drown a dog?
At fifty, you have to prove you’ve got something left.