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Posts Written ByDavid Todd McCarty
Killing Time Waiting For A Friend
I spend a little time out in the world and find it lacking Continue reading on ellemeno »
And The Band Plays On
Avoiding apathy on my way to acceptance I have always considered apathy a weak position based on ignorance, selfishness, or cowardice. You didn’t care: either because you didn’t understand, couldn’t be bothered, or were too frightened to act. I believe there was a time in our recent history when this was true, and…
Everyone Is Wearing Shorts
Closing a chapter on what we choose to crow about All morning, I kept hearing that song “Funeral” by Phoebe Bridgers. “I’m singin’ at a funeral tomorrow, for a kid a year older than me, and I’ve been talkin’ to his dad, it makes me so sad, when I think too…
I Was Told There’d Be More
Ghost signs, finite energy, and the weight of souls “Fuck you,” the voice cries out from below in the darkness. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” It is quiet for a bit, then the sobbing that ends in a wail rises up, before falling into the now familiar refrain, “Fuck you,…
What To Do With What’s Left
A meditation on life and death, and the meaning of it all Jane’s best friend lost her husband. This was just the other day, the day before yesterday, in fact. Jane is my wife. One minute, the husband was fine, or so everyone thought, and the next, he was gone. Collapsed…
All The Words Are Not Gold
Why keeping a diary will release you from the anxiety of the blank page There are whole books, entire conferences, and multiple post-graduate courses dedicated to helping writers find their way when they find themselves staring at a blank page or screen. I don’t know if it’s intentionally cruel or just…
David Malcolm McCarty (1942-2022)
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.” St. Augustine As a deeply committed connoisseur of the Irish exit, David Malcolm McCarty performed his final disappearing act on October 19, 2022, as he left us to be with…
My Life As A Project
I live in a project. Not a low-income housing project—not that kind. A different sort of project. One that never seems to be finished and is always at some stage of birth, disrepair or demise. A never-ending experiment in coaxing something out of nothing. An early 18th century home in…
The Benefit of Judgment
“Judge not, lest ye be judged.” —Matthew 7:1 “Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of another. There are just some kind of men who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this…