Sunday, August 27, 2017
Like the white tail of a fleeing doe is caught in the corner of a headlight beam, there is a fear, at odd intervals, that crosses my mind, a...
Thursday, May 25, 2017
A Plain Account Of Myself
The Christian heroism (and perhaps it is rarely to be seen) is to venture wholly to be oneself, as an individual man, this definite individu...
Saturday, April 22, 2017
I'm going to make a suggestion to potential readers that I really hope you will take seriously. If you are a person who has a generally ...
Saturday, January 21, 2017
Something I'm working on
Kenny had always wondered if he would wake up if someone broke into the house at night. Or during the day. He never considered the housebr...
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Letter From Kappus
If you've read Rilke's famous letters to Kappus, a year or so ago, my cousin Blake Hunt messaged me and suggested a writing exe...
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Monday, December 21, 2009 The Darkest Night of the Year There are plenty of people around who will be happy to tell you the cel...
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Waiting For A Cab
The bench fit her back well. Her back would not, however, fit the bench. She couldn't seem to keep from flinching her muscles away from ...
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