Volume 9 Number 2
We are not the kind of people who know much about tolls. We have a can full of change, a bucket of chocolate chip cookies….
I thought I’d be an astronomer—a scientist of huge, unfathomable things. For my eighth birthday, I asked my father for a telescope. He got me…
When the summer rain came we left buckets outside in the yard. We went to sleep and dreamt of flying. In the morning the buckets…
Nothing is so enormous as mother. Mother, who stares and waits for me to dance. Well, I won’t dance. I stick to my room. There…
A drunk named Sergei said that St. Petersburg is a museum of sex and suffering, which at the time I thought profound, but we were…
Years ago I bought a Hungarian bear trap for my cowardly daughter. A big, steel cage: about six feet in diameter, eight feet long. She…
I call him Mr. Big Shot because that’s the name he goes by. This since last December when he took the Greyhound through New Mexico…
They came dressed as Batman, and you were a giant corn dog. The dance floor was someone’s bedroom, the attic where people smoked up. They…
Bears know a thing or two about garbage: where to find it, how to release locks and open doors or take a dumpster in hand…
In the interest of keeping busy, you start a blog and type up an exhaustive list of all the dead birds that you look at…