It is Friday night. No date. Any Friday night you want. I am playing chess with my Dad after we...
Creative Work
This morning I drew, as the bath ran, my long body into shadow, feeling my self delicious, as if laughter...
Mid-March, 2020 Today I’m going home for the first time in months. I no longer notice the petunias just beginning...
The blue whale model loomed over me, the white paint of its belly striated by blue light. Sounds of ocean...
Bogwoman’s brewing, says my mother outfromwhom I came yesterday tumbling, meaning that the fog rolls over Jylland, intowhich her mother...
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. (John 1:1) Last...
Hi this is terrible of me! There are factors involved which could be in my control but I’ve chosen to...
In a brightly lit corner of Trumbull’s basement, between the pool table and the buttery, a little modernized slice of...
The flames devoured hillsides, exhaling conical smoke lines like the growing plumes of an old steam locomotive. Northbound winds rose...
1. I wish we still took pictures of our hands and feet in the early mornings. Roused from sleep to...