A Repeating History
I’ve thought about how people who lived a very long time ago may have thought that their time was the best or the worst or…
A Terrible Poem Like This
When you die, someone will write a terrible poem about the fragility of life and what it means it will include calling the ones you…
The Witness of the Event at House № 9
She’s at the café window, coffee mug in hand nose pressed against the sun-warmed glass across the street, a young man steps into view out…
To Describe a Sofa
How do you describe a sofa to someone who has never seen a chair before? Do you talk of its soft and exposed top or…
Play Dates
Every night, the chicken played with the new dog like old friends, taking turns laughing, hugging, leaping at trees, across lawns under a bush, out…
The Dog of Trouble
Outside the gates to our street Mama Nini meets me I am returning, she is departing and looking at the dog perched on my sleeve.…
A Man’s Darkest Fear
We know what it is for a child it is darkness, literal darkness the shadowy viny goblins that hide in bedrooms at night and with…
An Entry from Two Years before the Divorce
Last night’s rain widened the leakfrom last year’s rainthe ugly damp patch above our bedspreads from the ceiling to the walls.It’s been there for two…