The Gods of Charlotte
I am in Charlotte, again. I go inside Rite-Aid and buy another Mead, flip-top notebook exactly like the one I bought last time I was...
Before Was
Herewith. These birds living near me. The laughing gull, settles on a post, satisfied to perch, looking over an ocean of food. A wary eye...
Alleyways
February 7, 1982, not long after 8PM, my dad told me “It’s time to go up.” I didn’t want to “go up,” that is, go to bed, but when you are...
When I'm Back
I am flat on my back – again. Today I’m just taking a picture. Most times, though, it is a position of defeat, of humiliation. On my...
Out of Focus
The Red-winged Blackbird skittered just a feather’s tip above the marshy spikes of smooth cordgrass and glasswort. It seemed less a...
The Urgency of Finding Beauty
A fistfight broke out on an airplane. The President of the United States repeatedly lies. Whether or not the poor deserve medical...
Knuckles and Elbows
Kenya was cooler than I had expected, and the little town six hours north of Nairobi had a name that I’ve now forgotten. Dust clouds...
The Hungry Pelican
Kure Beach Fishing Pier breached the earth-sea barrier with weatherworn planks. Jutting out of the turquoise waters rickety pier pilings,...