Daddy says we have to go meet Mommy at the restaurant. He says don’t be sad, Melly – we’ll see each other ‘gain soon.
For months, she didn’t say it. When he nuzzled his nose into her skin or her hair, she didn’t say it.
The body. Your body, my body, our bodies are a problem.
Confession: I have no idea where to put a paragraph break.
It is happening in the neighborhood. Hey. I mean, not just rocky-core downtown but in the outer rings of exurbia people are busy sniffing scents of the past, too.
The imagination is powerless. All it does is repeat things it’s seen and heard, repeat them in an altered voice, attempt to commit sins that were already committed long ago.” – Andrzej Stasiuk, Dukla I have thought about this quote, off and on, since I read it almost […]
Indeed. We’re standing on the sidelines of the Women’s March on Austin.
October 30, 2016 Dear Mr. Zinsser, We never shook hands or formally introduced ourselves, but we met ten years ago when you spoke at the Hudson Valley Writers Center in Ossining, New York. The late July sun poured in through the windows of the long, rectangular room, making […]