EVERYONE IS FEEDING
On this narrow spit of land, shell fragments fleck the sand—scallop, quahog, whelk. Last night's dishes. A bind of pipers scampers at the...
stories
for the information age
These bite-sized stories chronicle my efforts, both pitiful and successful,
to navigate the rapidly-changing world.
My hope is that they help you do the same.
EVERYONE IS FEEDING
ON A WEDNESDAY MORNING
PLEASE PASS THE BABY
BEFORE LOVE
EMPTY-HANDED
INTO THE NIGHT
TELL IT AGAIN
I HAVE DOG-EARED YOU
WHEN WE WERE APART
SLOW LIFE
I'VE CHANGED MY MIND
THE BODY
VACATION
THE DIM LIGHT OF THE LAMP
THE LIFE WE WANT TO LIVE
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ZOOM FUNERAL
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