| Today is July 29, 2010 |
The two sat at the very end of the first row bathed in the faint wash of the ghost light. Read more
When I was a kid, I used to creep out of my bedroom, through the kitchen, and into the dining room, where I would hide under the table and illicitly watch whatever television program my father was watching. Inevitably, he would catch me and send me back to bed. This habit provoked one of the most memorable dreams I have ever had in my life. Read more
A little image, just for fun. Read more
On the night of judgment spiraling flocks of sparrows spun above the fountain at sunset. Men’s shoes filled with sand; bookshelves collapsed; children were quiet; even the dogs and cats were uneasy. Read more
Lightning is on the hills,
storms stirring dust, bleaching rocks
swirling through acts in an ageless play. Read more
I love Ghostbusters. I have since I was a kid, rolling around in the back of my parents’ hatchback — sans car seat because it was rural Montana in 1984, you know — and listening to Ray Parker Jr. sing “Ghostbusters” on the radio, silently committing the words to eternal memory. Read more