PinnedBlue Lobster“This week has been good to us,” I said. “Yes,” the boy said. “Each night I have dreamed.”Dec 6, 2024Dec 6, 2024
PinnedPelicansI am an old man. A simple sap. And I know when it is going to rain.May 16, 2024May 16, 2024
PinnedCrocodile SkinObserve the boy in his natural element. Clay hut with four corners. One door. Smell like hemp in here. Red flooring, red ceiling rounded to…Dec 16, 2022Dec 16, 2022
ForgetfulnessThere are foibles one must grow comfort in. I suppose mine is forgetfulness.Dec 16, 20241Dec 16, 20241
Potato SaladI am up high in the perch, level with the sun and the clouds, staring down at a frail, tan child playing hopscotch across two yellow lines.Jul 25, 20242Jul 25, 20242
Almost Real LifeI’d never really watched anyone eat an open-faced potato before — like really watched them — but gosh, glossing around the table, I…Mar 14, 20242Mar 14, 20242
Shells and StonesWe have a game now. I am shells, and he is stones. The board is wooden. Twelve holes.Jan 16, 20242Jan 16, 20242
Peeling Potatoes“Come here,” he said. And so I did. I was a better listener back then — I should attribute all of that to him.Nov 25, 2023Nov 25, 2023