Over the Horizon and On With the Day
I stand in my usual spot on the pedestrian sloped inlet at the corner of This Ave. and That St., the tips of my worn shoes hanging just over the edge of the low curb.
personal reflection
My Turn at the Confessional
Me: [walks into a confessional booth]Person behind the screen: Is someone in here? Hello?Me: Hi. I’m here. Am I supposed to announce myself? My name is P.K.–Person: You don’t have to tell me your name. It’s fine. How can I help you, my son?Me: Son? I’m forty-seven, but… sure. Fine. Forgive me Father for I … Read more
The Competition; or, How a Stupid Pig Ruined My Stupid Weekend
Rachael and I have a friendly game going. It isn’t a competition—not really. The rules of this game are as follows: We keep tally of all the books we’ve finished over a calendar year, some read and some listened to, and I try to keep her from tripling my number. It’s a fun game that … Read more