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Labor Day ‘14
Waiting for rain that hasn’t come. Above the passing cumulus clouds, a prop plane. The gentlest tremble of maple leaves in a breeze too light to stir the wind chime. Mira reads. Frankie, too—or...
The ‘IF’ Factor
Fifteen minutes left. Time was laughing in his face, in autocratic control of the situation. He was subject to the intervals. The sunlight beckoned through the window, but he was afraid to rush to...
Appointment
They are full today. It is a blocked date. We are dying to get in, everyone is dying; there is no room for death with nurses on vacation, so you’ll have to wait for...
’14 Summer Swansong (part 5)
August 31st Louis’ steaks cook perfectly. I see the pink interior of the half of one that I fork onto my plate. The juices fill my mouth as I close lips around that first...
From Bogota
I was on the overnight flight from Bogota to JFK, the last leg of my 24-hour long journey home after a week of hiking and no showers in Peru. Usually for international flights I...
’14 Summer Swansong (part 4)
August 29th We pass the peach and apple groves as we make our way across the Boscobel estate. Locate an ideal spot upon which to picnic on which on the great lawn overlooking the...
