18"x14" Oil on Canvas Summer 2022 A businessman in clown make-up standing in the station as the subway arrives....
His breath: two small clouds on the puddled sounds of day, our spines pressed gently into lock. The several million...
1. I wish we still took pictures of our hands and feet in the early mornings. Roused from sleep to...
The flames devoured hillsides, exhaling conical smoke lines like the growing plumes of an old steam locomotive. Northbound winds rose...
In a brightly lit corner of Trumbull’s basement, between the pool table and the buttery, a little modernized slice of...
Nearly a decade ago, novelist and editor Ann Marlowe walked into the Institute Library on Chapel Street for the first...
Hi this is terrible of me! There are factors involved which could be in my control but I’ve chosen to...
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. (John 1:1) Last...
The first thing I noticed was the smell. Cedar pitch, freshly sawn pine, and a trace of coffee from the...
Bogwoman’s brewing, says my mother outfromwhom I came yesterday tumbling, meaning that the fog rolls over Jylland, intowhich her mother...
