Cactus Yordy·Mar 13, 2022The angst of driving my carI am large, I contain multitudes; when I am 15-over I actualize a need to be seen as Battinson, a small man in a large car, going fast and…
Cactus Yordy·Jan 28, 2022There’s no crying in baseballWhere will you turn, young slugger, when the tears begin to streak and the crowd begins to roar? Amongst your team, the dugout, a den of…
Cactus Yordy·Dec 8, 2021Putting it all togetherCigarettes after sex after dinner, after a delicate tartare with an egg yolk running loose over our intertwined utensils, after a…
Cactus Yordy·Oct 12, 2021Play the hitsLately, it feels that ordinary pleasures, basic indulgences, are trickling-tickling especially deep down inside my brain stem. Bluefin…
Cactus Yordy·Sep 8, 2021Giving & TakingBe good to me, be good to me, in so many aching ways with and without reason I want to be good for you. Believing as much, that I give to…
Cactus Yordy·Jul 25, 2021We need to talk about the BergschrundA summer impasse on the highest peak in Wyoming
Cactus Yordy·May 10, 2021The struggle will bring us together, and love will tear us apartI am elated with the sweat on your long, broad brow. We are in a double helix of careful attention, one rung, and then the next, building a…
