A Staggering Kind of Stillness
A lone helicopter crossed the sky. The temperature dropped. Dogs barked. Birds stopped chirping.
James A. Reeves
Debris
There's beauty in repetition, the steady accretion that comes with committing to one thing day after day.
Altar
I share this because I'm fascinated by the totems and rituals of others.
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.
Instead of Disappearing Completely
I’m learning to find pleasure in the ultramundane and routine.
Why Am I in Ohio?
At first, I did not want to leave Vegas. Not so soon.
A Craving for Polar Horror
Polar horror is one of my favorite genres.
Mirrors to Deflect Danger
Eleven years sober and another year older.
Why Does the Brain Torture Itself?
I loathe these brutal nerves of mine.
Starting a New Big Thing
I have a knack for taking the longest, most taxing route to common knowledge.
Loss Response
I loathe the moments when the suffering of others reminds me to be grateful.