An Evening with Salvador Dali and Dylan Thomas
In the tiny beatniky hamlet of Sausalito, just across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco, in the very late forties and in the early fifties was a popular coffeehouse called The Indrawn...
View ArticleSalvation
The German Shepard gave a low grow before it barked three times. His hackles came up like quills. He was big-boned with a black and tan body and after he jumped off the porch he took three steps before...
View ArticleThe Mountain House
My sixteenth birthday was the usual family fiasco—smiles and chirpy voices covering tension and despair. Dad was (Mom didn’t know for sure, only suspected) having an affair with a business associate...
View ArticleMoving the Obelisk
The obelisk is of unimaginable size and weight. To stand it up again, so that it towers over everything below, would be the greatest engineering feat of the age. Aeons ago it stood in the sands...
View ArticleStrange Crossing
He was still a young man, but he had been a member for what seemed like a very long time. He had been brought there as a small child and could not remember a different kind of life. In this place there...
View ArticleThe Old Musician
Upon entering, he will be shown to that table in the center of the room, the one with the single red carnation in a cut-glass vase. It is a small table, which seats only one, and it is permanently...
View ArticleThe Ward
Three poets sat beneath a tattered awning that shaded the afterdeck of a wooden barge moored in the backwater of a great harbor. The barge had not moved from the pier for many years. Instead of hauling...
View ArticleChanneling
I remember Dunbar being a place where evening never ended, and where Laura Reed would channel the spirits of the dead. Her mother noticed it early on; the frequent glimmer of passing lights over her...
View ArticleSomething for Becca
Whittling through the clear afternoon, Enoch conjures a tail flowing like a cloud. Two legs arch from the chunk of wood, an odd piece he’d found months ago. Perched atop his big rock, he watches...
View ArticleCoal Train Fire
Shardsville, Pennsylvania is one of many ash-dusty towns that exist along the blurry edge of the PA-West Virginia border. There is a view of the Alleghany Mountains to the distant west, but it is not a...
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