Tonight Bobby Bellini is celebrating. In fact, he is celebrating this very moment. And though it is a hellacious celebration, one his neighbors will surely phone the authorities about, there is but one missing ingredient.
So Mr. Bellini slides the record from its sleeve, places it carefully on his turntable, watches ceremoniously as the needle descends upon it Continue Reading
Circumnavigation
When the white girl was over, she liked to explore where I lived. She wore the wifely woman’s slippers with her own gel inserts. A gel my company did the ads for. She’d found the ads on a worst-of list and connected me to them through intuition or internet. I refused to discuss work. Continue Reading
Book One: To the lighthouse.
Sometimes, at night, the wolf is at the door of the gallery.
In the beginning, after the end, I looked up at stars and blocked out the street lamps with my right hand. I never learned where the big dipper or Ursa Major was. Continue Reading
Things aren’t looking good for Oedipus. He just found out that the parents he ran from—the father he’d been fated to kill and the mother he’d been fated to marry—weren’t his birth parents. A messenger just told him. Now he knows. He hadn’t escaped what the oracle told him; instead, he ran smack into it. Continue Reading
1. He got fired for spitting on the dog.
She got fired for taking her shoes off again.
2. She finally told me the difference between just a big pot and a crockpot.
You can kill a rodent with a crockpot.
We searched the woods and stacked our arms with brush for the kitchen stove, me up front and the boy in back, all morning gathering the kind of sad scraps to be found this late in the year. We scratched the frost-rimed hardpan and dug up muddy twigs and banged off the frozen mud and didn’t much talk and didn’t notice any lack for the missing words. Continue Reading
May 15, 1856: The would-be birthday of American author L. Frank Baum, the wonderful wizard behind Oz.
"I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.”
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