Return

We landed and it was passports and paperwork and slow moving lines, the ineffectual efficiency of government agencies observing some economics too far removed from the realities of my life for me to comprehend. We were readmitted to the country without incident. It was exactly the same as I’d left …

Festie

I’d begin to climb the stairs and I’d hear him whimpering. A few more steps, a scratch at the door. By the time I’d open the gate onto the porch, Festie would be barking, but not the alarm bark: he’d be barking the sharp yelps of joy. Though I have …

CURIOUS No. 65: The Poetry of Violence

Note: Every week, I pick three interesting, not-always-totally-related links from an avalanche of internet content and write an email essay with them. The theme varies from week to week, dictated by the links I find. Last week, the theme was “The Poetry of Violence” and I thought might be worth sharing here. If …

Stacked Life

The nighttime window, open to the air of the surrounding mountains, cool and fluid, permits the world to enter the bedroom through slats of light and cast itself across the strange shadows of muted hues stacked upon the walls. Apartment building sounds: the vertical echoes of lives along the air …

Bodhi

I got up to get another beer from the kitchen but I guess I stood up too fast and it triggered something in Bodhi, who jumped after me and actually nipped me, just a little bit, on my left butt cheek. I scolded him sternly, of course, but it was …

Nola

Nola walked into my house light-footed, bouncing on her toes like she’d been coming here her whole life. Like she’d been looking forward to this visit for days even though she couldn’t have known she was coming, and anyway, this was her first visit. She made her way confidently through …