June 20, 2015

The Bus Boy

The bus stop is down an asphalt road, past the boxy apartments with green lights and weeds, about a mile away. I walk there early in […]
March 8, 2015

This is my sister

She usually followed close behind me, eyes dragging on the floor. And if that weren’t enough to show what little damn she gave, her left hand […]
July 9, 2014

Tribal Child

Tribal child—tribe of the South, you’d say. Hair was locked to the back of her, ratty-straight and dusty. There was a pin, oh yes, but a […]
May 22, 2014

Why One Should Never Make Friends With Rabbits

Four score and many meals ago, I set forth to make friends with rabbits. Not Beatrix Potter fantasies or Lewis Carroll shenanigans—real rabbits. Real friends. It […]
April 29, 2014

Aye—my dearest friends—to dream

There, two men went walking: one, a stout and stubborn fit of man with eyes as keen as egg shells cracking, mouth scuffed up with grimace; […]
March 11, 2014

Reflections in Lent: Cleopas & Co.

Toward Emmaus in the light of the afternoon sun, Cleopas and his friend ambled along the road. Their faces were deeply wrinkled from the biting winds, […]
August 16, 2013

Paris, Croissants, and Toothless Farmers

The rain falls sideways in France. At least, that’s how it seems. And you’d be hard-pressed to argue with the weather when you stand in a […]
April 15, 2013

The Confession of Bethsheba

Crispus came to me and spread his argument before the throne, saying, “There cannot be more than five hundred people. We must attack at first dawn.” This […]
April 10, 2013

The Incomparable J

“I’m not sure there’s really much point to it,” he says, dejected, between slurps of a foamy latte. A pillow of white clings to his upper […]