Summer of Muslimgauze

The artist’s obsession becomes the listener’s obsession.

Tiny Figures Among the Stones

A floppy-eared dog gnawed a bone while a clown smiled above the bed.

Scenes from America’s Taj Mahal

Notes from an accidental visit to a temple in West Virginia.

Philosophy Is an Ambulance

Grief can arrive on a gust of wind, a glimpse at a calendar, or a half-heard snippet of conversation on the street.

The Last Year of My Father

I thought grief would be dignified and monumental like a tower shrouded in mist or quiet days spent weeping in a dim room.