Michael Randall

My friends tend to laugh when I bare my soul and slowly nod when I tell a joke These things occur to me only when I’m high and might have no truth whatsoever I’m most honest when purely drunk yet somehow pure be...

Michael Randall

other nights I’ve heard it just outside the window fluttering in the dark, waiting now I’m not convinced the heart fails the spirit sputters all voices silent then choral music on the radio quiet at first b...

Ron Kolm

After contributing to an earlier issue of What I Did Today, Carl Watson collected three two-thousand word essays to go along with his already published one, to complete his own follow-up issue. Here’s Michael Randall’s ...