Josh Ruffin

Josh Ruffin


The Three Most Insane Moments at the Midwest Horse Fair Rodeo

The Three Most Insane Moments at the Midwest Horse Fair Rodeo

As much as I play at cosmopolitanism and encourage people to step outside their comfort zones, I admit I tend to play it pretty safe. At this point, after all, my weekly routine is fairly set, and is generally comprised of some combination of work, gym, beer, writing and sushi. We’re all, of course, guilty […]

The Piano

The Piano

Earlier today, I said goodbye to a family heirloom that’s been in the Ruffin family and household for more than half a century: an upright piano, a Westbrook, with two wobbly wheeled legs that somehow have managed to not snap off at the base despite treks spanning half the Eastern seaboard and a drive through […]

My Inner Hoarder

My Inner Hoarder

My wife and I are in the middle of moving into a new apartment, about 10 miles and one city limit away. It’s in a small shopping center down the road a ways from Target, my favorite bottle shop and nearly equidistant from our respective workplaces. That same shopping center houses a pizza parlor, a […]

Where Power Gets You, Part II

Where Power Gets You, Part II

Truly, these combat sport-related columns can get to the point where they resemble a Russian nesting doll. By the time I’m done writing this — never mind by the time it gets posted and printed — there will have been two more fights with serious intellectual- and industry-related implications. In boxing, 42-year-old Tony Thompson (whose […]

Where Power Gets You

Where Power Gets You

A lot happened over this past weekend in the world of combat sports: uber-prospect Deontay Wilder — though it gets to feel a little more disingenuous calling him a “prospect” after his roughly 156th straight first-round KO victory — knocked out Malik Scott in the very first frame, setting himself up for a shot at […]

“Mitt,” The Documentary and The Man

“Mitt,” The Documentary and The Man

Over a year ago, when I still bothered reading the Whine Line section of this paper — a feature that, I get the feeling, the Metro Spirit buries as if it itself is a cat dutifully, resignedly, burying a fellow, though semi-retarded, cat’s flotilla of excrement — someone commented to the effect of: “Josh should […]

Change? In the South?

Change? In the South?

It is a Sunday, and I am with my wife at her office as she works a few extra hours in a mostly empty building to get a project completed by the end of its truncated timeline. I’m sitting at her officemate’s desk, where normally I would have a view of a quaint little rooftop […]

Suffering

Suffering

It snowed again today in Wisconsin. In a way, it was actually rather encouraging, as snowfall indicates that it’s getting warm enough to go outside without your eyeballs freezing up and dropping out of your head like errant marbles. Up until just this past weekend, we had gone 65 days without the temperature climbing above […]

You say you want a revolution

You say you want a revolution

I suppose it’s rather serendipitous that the newest edition of Pleiades — to give you an idea of the kind of timeline literary journals operate on: I got this subscription as a package deal with my submission fee to a manuscript contest back in September — contains a written symposium by noted poets and critics […]