Category: Yo Ivanhoe

Soon enough he’d find himself behind the wheel of a parked car again, the location as inexplicable to him as it was irrelevant, the sound of gravel still rolling in his ears. A dark little patch of the world, the moon something he was vaguely aware of, a far away place where he wished he…

If dogs could stand as small as humans, and on their hind legs, upright in a manner of speaking, and if they could negotiate the complexities of a phone booth and had change, or pockets for change, and if you could still find a functioning phone booth in this godforsaken city, I’d wish a lost…

From the moment she was finished, shoved in a box, and buried under a shower of styrofoam peanuts, Bertie Rathbun understood that through some accident of God she had been given a soul. As she had been dangled in the air at the inspection station, and as her strings were jerked each in turn, jiggling…

Many years ago, shortly after my arrival here, I discovered a hill in the middle of the city. This hill had long been a sanctuary of teen lust, the rocks and trees painted and carved with the arithmetic of young love. An old man who’d allegedly traveled the world would ride his bicycle each day…

You can’t just plop your heart on the table every day, prod it with a fork, and expect it to give up its secrets. It can’t be shoved or bullied, and has never stood for interrogations. It speaks when it’s good and ready, and when it has something to say. There’s no small talk in…

I have no one to blame but myself, I know that. I clearly blew what might have been a career-making opportunity. I’ve been trying all night to take the advice of my boss and look at this whole unfortunate situation as a ‘coachable moment,’ but it’s not easy, and, frankly, it really does make me…