When I read novels I usually skip over the epigraphs: the snippets of poems or prose that authors use to set the tone of their stories. They’re too long, don’t propel the narrative forward, don’t convey the meaning to me that the authors must intend. But then, of course, I […]
I am waiting for you here Floating above the sun Took the potion for two, dear Belly too full to run Pluck my string with your big toe Resonate in the drum Pursed lips and a big blow A whistle won’t make you come Look out of the […]
Bridgeport, suburb of Chicago, seventeen years ago August Last night Katie had gone through her usual routine of sitting on the edge of the tub to read so she wouldn’t wake her sister, then crawling into her sleeping bag on the floor in the front room and readying […]
The number one question we get asked as a couple who writes is: “How do you write together?” Answer: “I’m the left hand, he’s the right.” A joke, obviously, based on the idea that writing is the endeavor of solitary genius by a guy in a nubby sweater, well-lit by […]
On one side of the breakroom in the television station where I work is a wall of floor to ceiling windows that lend it plentiful sunlight. Even on cloudy days or after dark, it’s a peaceful place to hang out when I need a connection to the outside world. As […]