They sit and listen and imagine until 12:12 a.m. They both gasp when the minute hand lurches forward. It hits them like a truth revealed for the very first time, every time. They hold their breath and each other’s hands. They watch for headlights to appear around the bend in the highway… Continue reading
He suffers no jokes about chickens
crossing the road or who said stop.
The bird waits for the light
to turn green, looks both ways,
then steps a webbed toe off the curb… Continue reading
Some think that death is the end, that there can be nothing without the brain, the portal of all our sensations and the maker of all our perceptions. There are no lingering spirits to guard with watchful purpose those left behind. No restless ghosts rattling chains in the night… Continue reading
Imagine a TV Guide synopsis of Hamlet: “Gloomy Dane pursues his father’s assassin.” It sounds stupid but it’s important that you basically know the shape of the story you’re going to tell, or at least have a rough idea of its beginning, middle, and end… Continue reading