The look of things confounds me, Doris said, rolling alongside Vern at the old folks home. Several squirrels looked up from their acorns suspiciously. Vern was new to the home and admired the clean li...

The look of things confounds me, Doris said, rolling alongside Vern at the old folks home. Several squirrels looked up from their acorns suspiciously. Vern was new to the home and admired the clean li...

At night, we search for the darkness. We stumble around inside of ourselves. Someone says they can still see the fireflies, and I think, perhaps, I can still see my lover—pale pink lips.We cannot make...

At night, we search for the darkness. We stumble around inside of ourselves. Someone says they can still see the fireflies, and I think, perhaps, I can still see my lover—pale pink lips.We cannot make...

At night, we search for the darkness. We stumble around inside of ourselves. Someone says they can still see the fireflies, and I think, perhaps, I can still see my lover—pale pink lips.We cannot make...

Low scrim of sky. Small puddles, reflecting grey buildings, sky. An old woman walks down the street carrying her groceries. She thinks of herself in the past. Years quicken. Years pass. Years dissolve...

I lied.

We finally got around to watching The Odyssey because I’m in favor of the occasional pop culture movie rising to the level of “everyone has seen it.” It’s nice to gather around the water cooler with y...

I forget when I first read about Stoner, but it was almost certainly on the artist formerly known as Twitter.