THE CRAZIES WALKED BY not long ago, about ten minutes apart, in opposite directions. I wonder how aware of each other they are if and when they meet, or if Continue reading

BLUE IS AN APPROXIMATION, yellow a generalization. Things rarely are exactly as they first appear. One person’s row of crowded, yellow seeds is another person’s field of eggs, or flag Continue reading

NOTHING STANDS STILL at the lip of the Atlantic, in or outside the one-room shack: Neither seasons nor days — each hour of each month assumes a fresh identity, in Continue reading