A Tale of Judgment and Grace This man was the antichrist. Yes, he was what the end of civilization looked like.
They Enter Our Minds Like Bats In Greek mythology, dreams were black-winged demons that entered our sleeping minds like bats to deliver messages from the gods.
Someday We Will Conjure New Gods to Console Us We stood by the window and watched the howling dark, even though this isn’t what you should do in a tornado.
Scene from My Notebook I’ve been trying to loosen up: fast collages, illegible notes in the middle of the night, and the inky smudges of a left-hander.
A Staggering Kind of Stillness A lone helicopter crossed the sky. The temperature dropped. Dogs barked. Birds stopped chirping.
Debris There is beauty in repetition, the steady accretion that comes with committing to one thing day after day.
Mysterium As I left New York City, the driver played Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer” several times and never said a word.
On a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe An inauspicious flight number. The sound of the door closing. The metal roar of the engines.