Repetition Is Where Things Get Interesting A shift in the light on the running trail. An unexpected connection on page 172.
A Body of Water Was Named After a Man Who Was Roasted Alive William Gibson has nothing on the Catholics.
There Would Be Less Screaming I often imagine my writing sessions should be quiet and humble, like those stern Dutch paintings of solitary women making lace in solemn bands of light.
A House Always Made of Freshly Chopped Wood I still have vivid dreams that my mother is still alive; I find her sitting at a kitchen table in a tiny house by the sea, living under an assumed name.
Some Faceless Behemoth Purchased It Combing through eighteen years of digital cruft has led me down an unexpectedly emotional walk down memory lane.
The Bare Trees Reveal New Scenery All the leaves are on the ground now, and the bare trees reveal new scenery.
Sometimes You Can’t Find the Door Perhaps it becomes self-fulfilling to imagine the future as stern and forbidding.
If We Can Rearrange Time, We Can Do Anything Changing the clocks should be the year's biggest celebration with fireworks, parades, and gift-giving.