A manifesto arrived last night. In daylight I wrote it down. At noon I’ll read it to the village. Meanwhile … More

Finding a good violin at a local yard sale inflames me with visions of Paganini torturing his instrument with a … More

Today’s rain carries the stink of burning horn, bone, and hoof a thousand miles from the West where slaughterhouse debris … More

The clock that leapt from the wall to smash face-down on scuffed gray tile when my seventh-grade teacher slammed the … More