Oct 24, 2020 | Fiction, Poetry |
White Snail.- (Silence.) (A young lady with a lace parasol comes along counting her steps. Upon reaching a little brook, she hesitates. Then she jumps.) Black Snail.- (Silence.) (The rat has crossed the river. The bad rat. The rat that devours the tender rootlets.)...
Nov 10, 2018 | Campaigns, Non-Fiction |
IndeterminacyArtists talk a lot about freedom. So, recalling the expression “free as a bird,” Morton Feldman went to a park one day and spent some time watching our feathered friends. When he came back, he said, “You know? They’re not free:...
Jul 7, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Silences After dinner, nobody went home right away. I think we’d enjoyed the meal so much we hoped Elaine would serve us the whole thing all over again. These were people we’ve gotten to know a little from Elaine’s volunteer work—nobody from my work, nobody from the...