2012: The Year in (a) Re(ar)view (Mirror)
December 3, 2011: We met in front of a coffee shop on Cortelyou, drove a van to Coney Island, and picked editors out of a hat in front of a boarded up building.
This is the last time I …
The Effect of the Woodpecker on Nonsense, Dear Senators
I arose and a palpable—what?—very well: tweediness, why fight it, fell over the proceedings. The men resumed their seats, the women, who had never stood, stayed their pens. The air seemed to grow clearer and yet coarser, and just then …
The Guy I Met on the Way to the House
The guy I met on the way to the house had about four days of growth on his chin. He wasn’t the sort of man who just, you know, miraculously sprouts a beard. There were mysterious bare patches. Were I …
Walking in the Graveyard
When I walk into the graveyard I can see a light on in the house from over the wrought iron spires of the old rusted fence. Behind me, the lights of the fried chicken hut are the same color as …
Modern life in an old farmhouse
Lately it seem whenever I come downstairs with my newspaper and tea, down to the den I’ve fashioned from the old unfinished room, where first I laid out the carpet and then the lengths of painter’s tape around the edge …
Talking Trout