I was sinning in the shower this morning, thinking about the six Tony nominations this past season for Arthur Miller’s revival of The Crucible on Broadway. What is there about America that craves witch-hunts? Damned if I know. And I was wishing I was in Las Vegas, "the city that has re-discovered Sin," according to […]
Uncle Shelby, Sippy Salvatore, Silent Edgar, Ramos the Bull God, Alejandro the Hammer, Peter the Wolf, The Ghost of Thom Jones, names by which my ilk are known or have been known, all. Name by which I go when I go at night from this place in the hills with my hollow prayer book in […]
Outside, the last sunlight in the world plays in the treetops, turns shimmering leaflets gold. Row upon row of dazzled green cornstalks reach up, blind, into the empty blue sky. A purple strip of road divides us. A shadowy figure, sack over his shoulder, follows his feet along the edge of the ditch. He stops […]
Helen Astley and Henry Stein lay cuddled together in bed with the lights off, munching Jiffy Pop, watching an old western flick, For a Few Dollars More. They were no longer each others lovers. Five years of hot and cold drama had left the two numb: frostbitten below, scorched in the head. Still, they enjoyed […]
1 "Doggy, dear," says Kari Moore, "fetch mommy up another ocean." "Make it two," says Deb Trigaboff. "Three," says Marguerite Mauvoisin. "Five," says Tristram le Brun, the wickedest of the wicked wives club. Kari has grounded her stepson Dougaka Dougie, then Doggy, Mutt and Biatch and variables thereof and beyond as the day grinds onon […]
Katy and Kyle suggested I take language lessons, but I wasn’t going to Portugal to talk. I would speak as I ate and sleptnot deliberately; indiscriminately and disjointedly; between slugs of fizzy wine and lungfuls of potent Moroccan hashish; almost by accident. Dee, my girlfriend at the time, joked I was off to try my […]
Then comes the part when I say, "Boy, you have to lie."
Wake up naked, alone, under a cosmos of faintly glowing star stickers. I am in Betsy’s bed. My bad. But where is she?
That coffee you drank, youre sort of half-wondering whether it will go better with champagne than toothpaste and orange juice, but you cant put too much thought into it now as there is a hungry demon on your windowsill doing business as a nut-obsessed squirrel youd like to photograph. Besides, the meat of your proposal […]
While you were out the world exploded, and I, at the time, was home, so I will be gone by the time you return.
Mother is crying. They have sensed something sinister, some danger perhaps: the snarl of a lion, the lurk of a predator on the prowl. Or maybe they have detected some force we cannot discern, some signal portending events more apocalyptic: the trembling of the earth, the violent belching of a not-too-distant volcano. They could not […]
Else what shall they do which are baptized for the dead, if the dead rise not at all? Why are they then baptized for the dead? 1 Corinthians 15:29 There’s a vampire in my background. He has stalked me all my life, but he failed to fix his fangs in my jugular until, like an […]
Wasn’t just a few years ago I liked to lie under the Griffin tree. Least that’s how it was known back then. A big ol’ shady tree in the middle of a field where I’d go a-rompin’ with the boys, givin’ ’em of my sweetness, robbin’ ’em of that last bit of innocence they pretended […]