Seth Rash

Wasps and Hostile Takeovers

“If you want anything, you’d better get down there now. By tonight everything will be gone. Leroy’s bringing his boys and a dumpster and they’re going to clean the whole place out.” Three days before my father alerted me to the impending blitzkrieg that would soon descend upon my grandmother’s house, Sandy and Chris (my aunt and […]

Seth Rash

Whispers of 412 West Cherry Street

In the early evening of cool Autumn, When the time for thinking and talking is just right. You can hear the moon whisper back the words of forgotten conversations. Sped upward by the crisp, light air, They are left undone and rain quietly back to the upturned arms of Maple, Elm and Beech. As one […]

Seth Rash

I Love Your Leather

I remember the first time I heard the f-word. Bass Hilton had said it in reference to something I had allegedly done. I was riding my bike around the neighborhood, dodging tree roots and cracks in the sidewalks when I noticed him. He had dark brown hair, dull brown eyes, and a gap between his […]