The Time of Our Singing

The Time of Our Singing

At home, her worst nightmare settles in for a double feature. Her mother insists she sit down for Easter dinner. “You have a bite of my holiday ham and get something green and filling in you. Specially if you’re taking a trip.” “Mama. Please. Just this once. I’m going...
Lanny

Lanny

At that time I was into finding and cleaning the skeletons of dead things. Mostly birds. I would pull them apart, coat them in gold leaf, reassemble them wrongly and suspend them from wire frames. Little mobiles of badly made birds. I’d done a dozen or so. The gallery...
Real Death

Real Death

I’ve never thought to do this before, but the lyrics to this song were so beautiful, it seemed important to share them. Death is real Someone’s there and then they’re not And it’s not for singing about It’s not for making into art When...
The House of the Spirits

The House of the Spirits

But Blanca was used to living by herself When all was said and done, she had found peace in her household chores, her ceramics studio, and her creches of made-up animals in which the only figures that corresponded to the laws of reality were the Holy Family lost in a...