Straining muscles, fevered eyes, silent going-nowhere horses that never will arrive. Or is that, in fact, the secret of your going-nowhere circle track— no way forward, no way back. No point of departure, no return, no moving forward or gaining ground— just the journey back around.
Notice us there in the last row of the symphony, snatching at the trembling notes of a violin, seizing the shimmering strains of an oboe to replay later in the greedy solitude of the page. See us there in cafes, parks, and subway lines, stealing snippets of whispered secrets, tucking away confidences and confessions and […]
The Setting: The musty, dusty refuge of a forgotten middle school library aisle The Characters: My 13-year-old self and fellow study hall refugee boy The Sacred Object: Musty, dusty old library book The Turning Point: The discovery of the poem “Lady ‘Rogue’ Singleton, which thrilled me with the confirmation of rogue ladies who prefer elephants […]
Was it worth it? Yes. No. Yes and No. yesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesno yesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesno yesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesnoyesno yesnoyesnoyesnoyes… So…
In wine-infused fevers I call on what I’ve been taught to call God with the connectivity-driven certainty of hearing back. Doom, salvation, heaven, hell; seventy-two virgins, Virgil’s tale– just not the Not-Knowingness of the gut-sick dawn that remains when the fires and phantoms are gone. No words of the prophets written on newly remodeled bathroom […]
“A tell-tale wind was already rattling the discreetly blackened windows in announcement of winter’s approach. It sounded to Morgan like the spirits of long-vanished dancers click-clacking their heels in some undead cabaret. Sometimes the very walls seemed alive with a thousand hungry eyes still watching from the shadows of time…” […]
has come to town. But is it on its way in–or on its way out?
Sculpture in the underwater museum MUSA (Museo Subacuático de Arte) “There’s no such thing as curses.” “But let’s say there is—then it’s bad luck as long as there’s thirteen of us. Which means we won’t get rescued…” “Until—” “Unless—” Ah, the innocence of children. Just look at them play! A perfect picture of innocence still […]
The Mirror Tells a Different Tale Police lineup, Los Angeles, California; May 9, 1936 “As for my part in the whole thing, I always figured that if the only evidence the police had was a witness whose memory could be upended by some clown jiggling his foot in a line-up, then the case must […]
Fire Devils Let it be cleansed, let it be reborn anew. Let creation come from destruction, as all life must come from death. Let it burn. Still from Chris Tangey’s footage of a “fire devil” in the Australian Outback “Fire Devils,” a short story from my new collection The Knife and […]