A Stream of Consciousness about Brussels and Being Home

What this guy sees is smoke and he hears noise like screaming. He’s on the ground, he’s at an airport, … More

Nightingale

A man wakes up lost. Around him, trees—tall as mountains—they block out the sky. The man forgets if there ever … More

I watch Abe under the eaves of night. We’re outside, on the balcony of an opulent estate, just beyond the … More

The farmer plodded through the rooms of his home. The sun not fully showing yet, the world outside was washed … More

Christmas Eve on the bridge, and a star in the north, blazing behind the fog. God looked down into the … More

The beagle slept at the bottom of the bed, on top of the little girl’s covered feet. She was warm … More

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More

violet air. ce soir. music plays in Paris. and the worst elements of us whisper. and the best, they leave here, … More

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More

The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More