Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, November 24: I didn’t see you again until the first day of school, when you walked onto the bus. You sat down next to me and your left hand closed around my right on the vinyl seat. Your fingers said, Hello, Whiskey, like you’d never left. I missed you, I told …

Things I’m Loving

In the style of my friend Kristin's Facebook updates, things I'm loving this week: Long dinners with writer friends, pomegranate juice, Yogi echinacea immune support tea, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries on Netflix, the color red, and Kristin's poem "This" in Mount Hope.

Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, November 17: The sky behind her is an azure blue, entirely without clouds, and the air around her seems to glow pink. Her eyes, slitted against the bright sun, are colorless cuts across her face. What she is looking at so intently is impossible to tell, only that it is something …

Reading Recommendation: From “Catastrophes,” Breyten Breytenbach

This recommendation comes by way of my friend Ashlie. It's from Breyten Breytenbach's Catastrophes, which you can read an excerpt of in Guernica: Bergen is a city of seagulls and white. It is a colossal sea animal washed up long long ago and now disintegrating bloated and slower than death the seagulls are blowflies hovering …