Essays

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

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

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

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

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