My Dad’s Scar, 2006 This is an image of my father’s scar from a kidney removal surgery in the winter of 1999. He has since…
You’ve found someone else, haven’t you? So is she running Media Center or something? OS X? You’re leaving me for a MAC? How long have…
The tide washed in on their legs. It curled and broke over their knees then receded and soaked into the sand. Scott sat with his…
My friend’s name is Laura, but don’t ever call her that. If you are introduced to her she’ll say, “Nice to meet you. My name…
Olas ELE VOA! “¡Ya me voy, ya me fui!” exclama la niña. “¡seré una isla!” “¿Donde vas mi niña linda?” pregunta el niño. “Iré donde…
“What would you like to feast upon on this harvest night?” said the mildly mannered thrall. “Ice cream and jelly, ice cream and jelly today…
At night, the searching dry cold bore into bones like termites or bees into graying outhouses. She started wearing the next day’s uniform to bed….
You found me that first night in the bar across the plaza from Teatro Juárez. You talked. I drank wine, watched the fútbol and the…
02-11-07 Suddenly she realized she missed the romance of traveling by train. 02-12-07 It all seemed clear us them then, what our fathers had meant…
I came across Telemakhos one day, as he was busy digging a hole in the fields. “Telemakhos,” I said, “What are you doing?” “My dog…