It is with a trembling hand that I write this. Given the color of my skin and the simple life that I have led and tried to create for myself so far, many would be surprised that I could write this at all.
Read MoreWith These Hands
The miller’s hands are rough. They move the stone that grinds the wheat that makes the flour smooth.
Read MoreBone Song
While the city was asleep … It first happened on a night when the city was asleep. Butterflies painted on the walls of apartment buildings.
Read MoreThe Small White
From high above the Escapement, from the perspective of a flying caique or other clown bird, the railway line appeared more like a sort of tangled mandala, following not a straight path but the twisting contours of the landscape …
Read MoreThe Great Train Robbery
The first thing I fell in love with, other than my family, was the fish in tank two.
Read MoreThe Pulse of Memory
So, you want to know about the man who has been killing kittens.
Read MoreThe Man Who Has Been Killing Kittens
The thing that broke your heart was, he could still fly.
Read MoreCaptain Midrise
There are girls who stumble along the beach, barefoot, heels in one hand and a premixed drink in the other ...
Read MoreGirls Who Do Not Drown
When the dog dies, she doesn’t know she is dying. You shouldn’t feel sorry for her. To her, life lasts forever.
Read MoreOn the Day You Spend Forever with Your Dog