The two people waited for him to sit.
They looked as if they wanted him to ask a question, but the man who sat didn’t have one.
The man began speaking words that were written by someone else;
Words that were written in a different language:
Translated into English,
Then rewritten to Continue reading The Audition
My wife broke a mug the other day. It was a simple, blue and white mug, with clear lines and a deep ridge — something you’d find at any Williams Sonoma.
“Shit!” she screamed.
The fucking cup! Why Continue reading The Curse of the Marriage Mug
On September 9th 2001 I went to Canada to see friends and family. I came back to New York (Soho) on September 11th 2001 around 12:30am. I went to sleep and my three Continue reading Has it been fourteen years?
Descending the stairs in that small white house by the lake near the sycamore. There is a lantern lit, but you know the way. You pace. Deep into the night when others have fallen asleep (tend the farm, lightly, gently) you lay still – eyes open – and wait for his coming. You catch your reflection in a glass and hate what they’ve done. It was so long ago and you have for gotten. You have gotten on. But your bones haven’t have they. Have you forgotten your mother? Have you forgotten me my son? Wake. Wake and bring me into battle.
I feel like I got the shit kicked out of me,
said Detective Mike Stemper, as he slid his coffee Continue reading Day 3