She hoped that Jack might finally tell her something new, maybe even reveal some forthcoming thing, like a portent. A vision as terrifyingly clear as the western sun. But neither of them possessed a knack for seeing the future.… more
She hoped that Jack might finally tell her something new, maybe even reveal some forthcoming thing, like a portent. A vision as terrifyingly clear as the western sun. But neither of them possessed a knack for seeing the future.… more
We were the boys in the corduroy pants, but that made too much sense! We needed to confuse people, like God confused Babel, we confused our parents, our teachers.… more
She spits through lips painted green. She means disrespect but I see DNA. In spit is a stamp that can clone or convict you. I suppose that an artist’s work, to its maker, does both. I can understand the desire for distance.… more
After 40 years of marriage, Charles’s wife turned into a fish.… more
Two months after he lost his job teaching algebra at St. James Preparatory School for Boys, and one month after his wife left with the kids and the cash and the car, Clem built a bonfire.… more
I’m not happy that Jan’s dog was killed by the police. But did you ever think that the dog was sick and tired of Jan? Did you ever think the dog may have hurtled itself in front of the police cruiser, in an existential act, fulfilling its fate and destiny, relieving itself of the miserable existence and life it lived as a slave of Jan?… more
I may just be a bean, but I can portend the future.… more
His woefully small son’s failure to thrive put the fear of God in burly Boston cop Pete O’Malley, spooked him witless, unnerved him, unmanned him. He felt it in his marrow. They were into some seriously fucked up shit with a seven-year-old boy failing to thrive and needing a shrink twice a week.… more
Truth: Middle of the night, after Leila had finally gone to sleep after a four-hour stand-off I grabbed the kitty piano from her toy bin in the living room, slinked through back door, slid into the garage, and smashed the fucker with a hammer.… more
That night, sadder and wiser, singing of Sun, Cloud, Wind, Lightning, and Water, we buried Ina where white men will never go and Creator will never tell.… more