The Corduroy Mtn. Dear Tourniquet, Matthew Olzmann Theory says, apply enough pressure and nothing will bleed. The mouth of the cave will collapse. Flood waters will build and build but not gurgle forward into the sleeping village. Have you looked around lately? Nothing seems to stop the waters of an angry twenty-first century from pouring into the lives of everyone I know. We could start with the three kids turned into chalk outlines at the high school down the road. Then widen the lens to look at the factories transformed into silent museums throughout the Midwest. A flu virus that outsmarts every vaccine while insurance executives smile from their yachts made from failed kidneys. It's hard not to pray as if god is a rope to lash around a wound. Even so, tomorrow seems to be made from stitches that keep busting open and you keep letting me down. previous | next Added to The Corduroy Mtn. on December the tenth in the year two thousand and eight.