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I grew up in Northampton, MA through the 1980s and 90s. I have always written but never considered myself a writer.

Egg Tooth

I parked the car just at midnight, as planned. I put the car further up the street than I had initially thought to, so the path to my objective was longer. The neighborhood was quiet, with a few cars on the road here and there. I got my bag and started walking.I remember a tall gentleman on his phone in front of me the entire time...

Red Car

bounds and bows with a heartbeat thrumfrom driving over bridge supports,cruising down 91, into the tide of night.Motown fills the cabin.A trillion billion galaxies, the sum of timewake and shimmer asamber electric torchesglide by, guide us and split wide toreveal a city of stars.I look up at him,between the slabs of oscillating...

Impact

I saw the great wings flash before the windshield and disappear.Then I stood in the road, over the body.My clumsy steel metronome of hazard lights, flashinghelphelphelpagainst the wooded dark. The owl’s wings were only just part way folded under its body. When I move it, I know if it is not dead I may lose my eyes, talons...

Misty

Misty Catherine Bassi

My friend Misty Catherine Bassi was killed riding her bike in May, 2009. She was the most gentle person I have met, and it took me a long time to register that she was gone.We met at the UMass pagan group where we were often the only people over 20 to attend meetings. She would always insist on grounding cerebral concepts by...

The Rooster crows at the Moon

The Rooster crows at the Moonpouring light down the mountaininto fog and over frosted fields made luminoustouching shadows spun behind trees and between barns, bushes, and bramble.But I am blind to all of itlaying in the lap of nightbreathing low and slowin stillness as soft as silt.Caught in inner constellationsof tangled...

Night Watchmen

AMHERST The line outside Craig’s Place at 434 North Pleasant St in Amherst, the only homeless shelter in Amherst, starts to form around 9:00 p.m.. Waiting in queue, the group of mostly men talk and smoke cigarettes as they wait, more people arrive in ones and twos, emerging out of the darkness to be painted by floodlights. The...

Gaps between shelters and services surface daily.

NORTHAMPTON On a busy afternoon at Haymarket Cafe in the heart of downtown Northampton Tricia McDonough, 26 from Easthampton MA and a barista makes the call to the Northampton Police Department because someone has locked themselves in a bathroom and seems to be unresponsive. The problem first surfaced when several customers asked...

The Relic, part 1, The Forest

The Relic

“Let’s go see what’s up here,” she said, motioning up a dirt path. My friend Laura and I are out taking photos of the land I have just moved to, 100 acres of mixed wood forest in rural Massachusetts. Autumn is full bloom all around us. Gold and red carpet the ground and cling to the tops of branches as if to set...

The Talk

He cried out for his mom, pleading to air and asphalt for the long deadcrushing the country into another momentary island of waking.A man casually took the life of another,In front of everyoneand if you fall for the distraction of the uniformyou may miss the message of its privilege: convenient castration. The world watched blocks...

Mission Man Memorial

Mission Man

The first time I met Paul, I was unsure what I had gotten myself into. He was a friend of a friend who was interested in missions. That’s what we called Urban Exploration events in 1998 before we knew it was a popular hobby. He was quiet but passionate. As I came to know him, Paul seemed like a good friend who routinely made...

Fight Night

Team Link, Boston Summer Open 2019

22.April.2019I am sitting on a woman’s chest. We call this Mount position. I am trying my best to choke her with both hands. My right hand grasps the back of her collar so that the boney side of my wrist naturally impinges on her carotid artery as well as the trachea when my other hand closes on the other side of her neck creating...

October

Skies slung so lowTree kaleidoscope dreams floatWet and shimmering with half rememberingsOf the season unlacing.

Spellbound

Life isnaming new ways to say itthese rags of all I ammay only spill in so many wayson wings of dreamsin song of prayer or spell of sleepslip to skin, like years and whisper by candlelightI love you, I love you, I love you.

30.December.2018, Dive 2, Winch Hole

Sunset aboard the Tropical Serenity. Key Largo, Florida.

I stepped off the back of the boat and into the sea, then swam along side to the front or bow of the Tropical Serenity, where a rope called the wreck line was fixed. I tried to use the rope to pull myself down to 25’ as I had yesterday but could only hover at 10’. I was still having real trouble equalizing sinus pressure. It feels...

29.December.2018, Dive 1, Fish Kisses at Molasses Reef

We set out aboard the Tropical Serenity sometime after dawn with 38 divers, arriving at Molasses Reef, Early Ray Alley about 30 minutes later. The boat slowed and stopped. What 5 foot waves really means is that the ship and everyone on it seemed as if on rollercoaster while standing perfectly still. A wave would pick us up, the...

first snow

Dim coals are coaxed to flame with fuel and a little patience.

Safe Harbor

The only shelter in Amherst houses 28 guests. The Exit sign shines constant in the wide basement of the Baptist Church, fixed like a false, red moon above a door that no one enters. Its light spills across the linoleum, parting the cots on either side, 20 in all, filled with men anchoring to unmoor. Some twisting, some turning...

Edge

It was like a kettle set on a stove, I didn’t notice the arguing at first. It seemed like some commotion between squirrels or songbirds (not really, I’m just making it prettier so you won’t be so depressed as to turn away) had broken out on this clear, cool late April morning. When I heard my dad yelling, I mean...

A-12 Firstborn

A-12 Firstborn mix cd cover

Creating dedicated soundtracks for long distance driving had been a little ritual of mine for years. Once the streaming services really began to come into their own I found fewer reasons to intentionally craft a narrative with music. A-12 Firstborn was mix CD from around 2010 or so. Front coverBack cover[Taxiing]Dylan Thomas...

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Christopher J. Sparks