Mar 16, 2019 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
so bless me I’m ruminatin on the old times when virtue was its own so-called reward and acquired a well-bejeweled stud in the bargain propped up there in the stale limp sheets once the scene of so much blood and beauty like I say propped up and dyin away there in my...
Mar 2, 2019 | Travel, Truth, Truth & Lies |
Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion. What’s become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip? But a travel book is the opposite, the loner bouncing back bigger than life to tell the story of his experiment with space....
Feb 23, 2019 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
The Killers The door of Henry’s lunchroom opened and two men came in. They sat down at the counter. “What’s yours?” George asked them. “I don’t know,” one of the men said. “What do you want to eat, Al?” “I...
Feb 16, 2019 | Featured, Lies, Truth & Lies |
On December 31st of 1958 Lila had her first episode of dissolving margins. The term isn’t mine, she always used it. She said that on those occasions the outlines of people and things suddenly dissolved, disappeared. That night, on the terrace where we were celebrating...
Feb 9, 2019 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
The car stopped, started, stopped again. Below the window I watched the crowns of people’s heads passing beneath new straw hats not yet unbleached. There were women in the car now, with market baskets, and men in work-clothes were beginning to outnumber the...
Feb 2, 2019 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
The men continued sipping the wine in silence for a while. In the trees, the birds were calling each other to sleep. A spider crawled over James’s bare foot, and he thought of the Anansi stories his mother used to tell him, and still told his younger brothers and...