Bits of information pulse through microscopic tunnels. Millions inhale molecules once breathed by Socrates. Memories are gained and lost. Rains flood the crops. Imperceptibly, concrete cracks. Continents drift. Your kiss remains...
Read MoreI am painting the same grain stacks 32 times. From a distance, they resemble thatched huts without windows and doors or huge cupcakes with conical hats. From dawn to dusk, each landscape follows the sun and seasons like...
Read MoreMother’s Father I remember when her father died, how she talked about him, but I can’t recall who took care of us while she took care of him, four of us hungry children, and all saw her the center of the universe – both Miss...
Read More“Didn’t want to bother you,” she said one rainy afternoon, to Meredith, her only child, who lived in sun-drenched San Diego, a whole country away. “It was just the right time for us.” Jen decided to ignore the repeated beep...
Read MorePosted by admin | April 24, 2023 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
Come with me on a journey through time and I’ll tell you about the summer a set of golf clubs changed our lives. It was the summer of 1954, the summer after my brother was burned in a gruesome childhood incident, the target of a...
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