Going Back, Going Home

    From somewhere he heard a few hesitant notes from a piano. Perhaps it was coming from the back room, but it sounded even further away than that. It was the sound of a piano stretched to the point where it could possibly not even be a piano you were hearing. It could have … Read more

The Demise Of An Impossible Man

—Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1953 –Zellar, Basement Window, 2005 Monsieur Centrine was a fierce proponent of impossibility. That’s not to say he was one of these characters who will insist that anything is possible. Quite the contrary, in fact. Mssr. Centrine believed that life, the world, and every aspiration of the human heart represented a thoroughly … Read more

My Own Private Son Of Sam

If you’re looking for real life –whatever that is– I’m afraid you’ll have to go somewhere else. This is all in my head. There’s nothing real here. These are merely the words that roll down my fingers in the middle of the night as I wait for the light to come fetch me. Some of … Read more

The Embittered Old Writer Addresses The 2032 Graduating Class Of The Floyd Valley Vocational-Technical College

Man is what he believes. –Chekhov, Notebooks Not that you lied to me, but that I no longer believe you, has shaken me. –Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil The worst sort of liar, the most tragic, is the one you know is lying to you, but you believe them anyway, because you so desperately want … Read more

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When he pulled his Impala up to the gates of the cemetery it was after midnight. The place was locked up tight, and snow and fog were blowing in off the lake. It was a huge cemetery right in the middle of the city, a beautiful place for what it was, large and well-kept and … Read more