All Delighted People
Spit - Spit – Swish – Uncle Charley clears his throat, pulls a slice of watermelon to his cheek, for the kids at the table and pretends to be taking a phone call from: some man of ...
4.21.12 Thoughts
I think life would be easier if my mother had been a successful artist. An exorbitantly successful artist. Reality would find more space for illusion if my own mother had been of such a romantic and ...
Two days without socializing and I forget how.
I need to go somewhere safe, where the skins of my elders can wrinkle and wither in peace. Where time is only traced by the hands of death, and toil is the paramount of all being. Here, women would ...
Thoghts on passion and love becoming obsolete.
There is a women who knew god. Who saw him, heard him, absorbed him by all means available to a human being and in so found a long sought sense of purpose. But god wasn’t who he claimed to be. Who ...
Working on a character for a short story
They don’t sell organic bananas at the Mexican market. Believe me, I’ve asked. And both men have lied to me. The small one says there is no difference. Laughs at my head bandaged in a silk ...
Reflection on my hike
"If you walk about in the same place on the same ground for a long, long, time, a path is forged." On my walk up the hill I thought about people who say this. The Counselors who say this. The ...