That's a great blurb for the back of any book. It's also the tag-line to Zork. I love that a video game marketing campaign used the word prose. Like, you don't even know how much.
I realized, like a week ago, that there's a whole new decade coming up. I was born in 1980, which means I get to start my own new decade, too.
This is a recollection of a recollection. My understanding of a family folk tale about the Old Country.
This is a story about a dream, or a memory of a dream. It was published years ago at another ghost town called Slingshot. I think these pieces leant themselves very well to the the kind of online writing that was emerging in the late 00's. It's a shame so many of those venues, many … Continue reading So We Had a Wake
The first sort of classic poem I ever memorized was To Althea From Prison by Lovelace, the cavalier.
In honor of your birthday, you brilliant, beautiful man. I won't get it exactly right, but this is how it sounds in my heart: We must not portray you in kings' robes, you drifting mist that brought for the morning, or take again from old paintboxes the same gold for scepter and crown that have … Continue reading On Rilke's Birthday
Another early piece. This was published at elimae when Cooper Renner was the editor. It was a very good journal. This story is 100 words long. Evensong Thaddeus, age 3, set the Evensong in shallow water. Small waves rose and fell, and, retreating, carried Thad's small ship further from the shore. Squealing and on pigeon … Continue reading Evensong