May 15, 2021 | Essays, Non-Fiction |
Down through the ages, a traditional form has evolved for this type of speech, which is: Some old fart, his best years behind him, who, over the course of his life, has made a series of dreadful mistakes (that would be me), gives heartfelt advice to a group of...
Jun 6, 2020 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
In a stretch of comparative quiet, by a shore of white sand, a bird I recognized at once was wading carefully in the shallows: rook-size, it was brown all over, but its head was remarkable: a big broad bill balanced by a triangle of crest projecting from the back gave...
Mar 14, 2020 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
He squatted down, arranging the fire, shouting back over his shoulder into the hut, ‘My grandfather was the greatest sorcerer in Dongou, Uncle. Everybody knows. They all know the story. The Chief of Dongou, now, he also was powerful in the spirit way, and in the...
Oct 19, 2019 | Fiction, Short Stories |
But it was spring. Even the lion licked the lioness’s smooth forehead. Both animals blond. The woman averted her eyes from the cage, where the hot smell alone recalled the carnage she’d come looking for at the Zoological Gardens. Then the lion paced calmly, mane...
Sep 15, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Frau Brechenmacher Attends A Wedding “Fancy Theresa bringing that child with her. It’s her own child, you know, my dear, and it’s going to live with them. That’s what I call a sin against the Church for a free-born child to attend its own...
