Right out the back door I'm looking at a juxtaposition I can't quite reconcile because Phoenix doesn't see that much snow. Ever. The last time it snowed in Phoenix was 1998 and a whopping .22 inches of precipitation was measured.... Read more →
This is us; the world, you know? When the photograph was taken, the average age of these dancers was 6.43; that gorgeous smile in blue is eight, the dubious pink princess in the lower right corner is five, and the... Read more →
On Thursdays, at 9:46pm the alarm on my phone scared the shit out of me for exactly one second. Maybe less. I might have lowered the volume but that would have defeated the purpose. On Thursdays, fourteen minutes before bedtime... Read more →
Rachel sat at her desk wondering when, exactly, her baby brother became something she didn't understand. Sometimes the disconnect was extraordinary, as if he'd slipped and let some part of that alien human loose in front of her. The result... Read more →
There is a world in which the earth is created and carried on the back of a turtle. That might be your world, or mine, or the Lenape and Iroquois tribes; it might be entirely its own, but it isn't... Read more →
She likes to hear about her childhood. "and then what did I do? What did I say after that? Did I really do that?" "Yes, Boo, you really did." We're walking and then we're not. I wait and she doesn't... Read more →
Circe did not die of anything other than a spiteful untruth which would have been unconscionable if Helios had any sort of scruples. However, drowning her in Lethe did nothing other than wipe the hard drive. The Circe encapsulated BIOS... Read more →
Every square inch of a very large desk is covered with paper. Stacks and stacks of paper, but so orderly, so neat. Each stack tidy as a brick, the relevant context and content of my life organized by brute force... Read more →
There were still patches of snow in the tall grass; as if it grew too fast and shut out the sun. They sat on a rise waiting for the horses to return, regretting the lack of shelter. Sometimes the horses... Read more →
I had a job to do and you made a mess of that. Not only do my job descriptions change without notice every two or three hundred years, but at least once a decade some dumb ass comes into this... Read more →