Category: Story Time

I remember the package you sent, wrapped in shiny paper with a heart red bow. I couldn’t hold down my joy. I grabbed a knife, blood bucketed, and I was left with wings and the entrails of a nightingale. With a voice full of glass I broke the news to you and said, I’m not [...]

I don’t have to ask you know where to look how to hide without seeming to you were born knowing how to amuse if I had a son he would not be you if I had a girl she would not be me the rare thing you’ve learned is to let the day go things [...]

A story is like a matyroshka, one of those Russian nesting dolls. Inside every version of events lies another, and another, and another, waiting to be revealed. Even the word “story” turns out to have a secret tale to tell. The etymologists tell us that “story” first entered the English language from Old French, estoire, [...]

I saw a stick on the path I threw it for my dog not just any stick or path or dog this stick on this path to this dog and she brought it back to me she probably brought it back a dozen times or more she may have chewed it in two before it [...]

As usual she is sitting in the far back, floating on the sofa like a dead fish on the surface of the sea. She looks tired, eyes half closed, a cup of coffee on the table in front of her. She mumbles to herself without a break and without a sound. Words that only she [...]

A crack in the dam of late-winter sky, light syrups the field, deer-hide blonde, last year’s crop, legumes, rich tilth, grainy snow. Soon, the furred petals of crocus. Soon, the meadowlark’s ostinato, Cattail gauze, blown poplar seed, sun in a woman’s silk blouse. You want to walk after a season of sleep. And I remember [...]

Jameson has seven guitars. What’s that like? How does he pick which to finger late nights alone on his balcony? The fireflies tumbling by after midnight in July they help him compose as they circle erratically, chord after chord, until an ember settles, a trembling clef on the frets of his Blueridge acoustic, silencing his [...]

The night wasn’t quiet, but it was peaceful. The moon had just begun to peek above the horizon, the start of its slow drift across the deep blue of the heavens. Its round border was solid and very nearly full, a promise of good light in the cloudless night sky. Stars winked furtively [...]

In the darkness, the white noise of political feuding can be heard: border disputes, missile tests, religious banter about the end of the world. As the lights come up, a WOMAN in a white dress sits at a table. On a nearby corner table sits a digital clock; the display reads 11:13. As she sets [...]

You are Daffy Duck’s scary cousin you inhabit the littoral zones of the lake where you and I compete for the fish you inhabit our nights   our drifting sleep oily greenblack head and coalblack beak surfaces beside our canoe like a submarine at the yacht club oh for a beak like that you swim huge [...]