Faithful

I am a caterpillar in a cocoon (sure), living on a volcanically active zone (simmering), train off its tracks, sitting at a poker game with one guy who has a gun that might be loaded, and he might be in a bad mood. I think all things are bearable with metaphor. When I visited the […]

Leaving New York

I realize that my facebook posts may have looked awesome, but trust me, this last month was really, really hard. I would not suggest growing or changing unless you can’t stop yourself. I felt unemployed more than I felt at leisure, although, yes, technically speaking, I’m still a teacher on summer break. The only thing […]

Gunplay

At the paternal family farm, there were my teetotaling great-grandparents living in their crackerbox house, where they had eked out a sort of a living. They were German and Norwegian and Lutheran. Everything smelled like old people and dust. My paternal great-grandfather managed to buy a place where, during the Depression, they could shoot possums […]

Gypsy

I always wanted to be a gypsy for Halloween. Scarves, jewelry, long skirts. I had never seen an actual gypsy. It was only when I went to Rome that I encountered one, a woman prostrate on the sidewalk. I was walking around the Vatican, from St. Peter’s square to the museum entrance. There was some […]