Posts by Ed Meek

April 21, 2018 | Poetry

Curveball

Ed Meek

It was a slow curve—a big bender,
spinning against the trajectory
of the ball. It hung

June 21, 2015 | Fiction

Quality Time

Ed Meek

I was afraid the security guards would stop us, but they just shrugged when I took the plane out and put it on the field.  One of them even said something nice like, “Whoa, that is a cool.”  I taxied it from the end zone; it took off and buzzed up into the sky. 

October 1, 2008 | Fiction

Mind and Body

Ed Meek

Those days I believed in Body over Mind. I believed Mind followed Body because I knew matter could think. I was a cook in this little hotel/restaurant in Missoula, Montana. The manager put me up in