He talked of shamans, but you don’t like that word anymore. You prefer to use the Cherokee name, didavwiski, two souls in one body, male and female, who have immense healing powers that help navigate the ongoing cycle.… Continue Reading
…I want so badly for us to crash headfirst into a wormhole and time travel back to sunset. Orange and pink and persimmon. The glitches we saw in the sky, the almost-clouds. A time when time wasn’t time at all but all color and calm.… Continue Reading
It has been a hard year, or so your new therapist likes to say, filling the silence in her small office, two padded chairs facing one another over a small table, after you’ve spilled some new petty frustration about the kids, your girlfriend, your life. She sips her water and peers over at you kindly.… Continue Reading
When Kenny arrived home, his left eye was a river that never stopped streaming.… Continue Reading
A custom polyvinyl chloride pool inflatable of Jesse McCartney was on its back in a white wicker chaise.… Continue Reading
A delicacy to celebrate my sobriety is probably what the doctor would prescribe.… Continue Reading
The risk. It’s just too much, he says, and this is where I got to draw the line.… Continue Reading
The snow kept falling and we curled up tighter together as the days stayed dark. I held my daughters close and we laughed so hard our stomachs hurt.… Continue Reading
Eugene and Carol sat on their sagging porch outside the house they bought when they were young and oblivious to the permanence of this flyover country. Their land was hard, but Carol, at least, remembered when it had been harder.… Continue Reading
English teachers would draw steep mountains on the chalkboard and label them with nonsense such as “Rising Action,” “Climax,” and “Denouement,” a word he found unbearably pretentious. Life was nothing like that. Most people repeated the same tasks over and over day after day. They got up. They went to work. They came home. If a publisher wanted realism, that was as real as it gets. Life was more about cycles than linear, or even alpine, developments. And what was the climax of his average day? Lunch? … Continue Reading