Monthly Archives: March 2019
It’s a day to go to Roger Allen’s pottery studio for the first time since he moved on. To walk among his tools in the silence of the still room in back. To gaze at the StarKeepers up front and … Continue reading
He’s standing at the counter. He doesn’t know what to do. We’re getting Chinese food, which strikes me as an odd thing to do in West Texas. I am carrying the tray to our table when I hear the woman … Continue reading
In our defense, they shouldn’t leave mallets next to shiny things. We were clearly set up. Luckily, my legal training (one season of watching L.A. Law until I realized Jimmy Smith spells his name Smits and therefore is likely NOT … Continue reading
He’s looking for something. I can’t help him find it. I had no idea it was possible to be this heartbroken. He’s looking.
It’s 4 in the morning. Or maybe 5. I’m not sure what time zone I’m in. Did we spring forward? I think my spring may be broken. I’ve been driving for six or seven hours, which in dog years doesn’t … Continue reading
All these ghosts I have driven out, driven them from my house It’s a simple life I lead still got a lot to learn about — the prophet willy porter It’s a Crappy Day at work. One doesn’t go upper … Continue reading