Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Earlier this morning, as I stepped out to walk my dog in the dribbling rain, I saw a package leaning against my door. Once opened, I discovered the parcel to contain hundreds of old photos. Sifting through them for the better part of my rainy afternoon reminded me of that famous

His Muse

His Muse

There’s a road in Costa Rica that is watched by snakes and stones. The stones don’t make the best sentinels (stony-faced as they may be), mostly because they have no eyes and can only roll loosely in one direction or the next to warn of trouble ahead. The snakes, by

To The Birds

To The Birds

TO THE BIRDS TO THE BIRDS AN AWAKENING SORROW TO THE BIRDS TO THE BIRDS MY SOUL SHALL BORROW UNTIL LITTLE REMAINS SAVE THEIR TROUBADOUR SONG TO THE BIRDS TO THE BIRDS OR TO ME ALL ALONG. “It’s a fabricated kind of love,” said Lucie Mayweather to no one. She

Annalee

Annalee

Annalee was her name. I say was because she’s no longer with us but you should know she was my Aunt Annalee and she was forever saying strange things to me like, “You’ll never understand what’s sitting inside or outside the ocean, so the best you can do is try.”

So Wild And Free

So Wild And Free

There are, inside a deconstructed world, threads of life that must be sewn together in order to make sense. Even then, when the quilt of what is has been stitched, sense may elude the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mind, and only what might be shall remain … “This

A Terrible Day And A Tree

A Terrible Day And A Tree

From: Henry Littlesworth To: Marcus Trevan Subject: Your Job It’s over. Fax Me Up LLC is closing shop, effective immediately. Funny I should write this to you over email, the very thing that killed my fax business. Well, Rainforest Online Services killed us, too. Damn devil of a company. People

Letter to the Editor

Letter to the Editor

HEREAFTER the subject of women’s underwear will not be treated in the letter-press of THE LADIES’ HOME JOURNAL. The editors have reached this conclusion for the following reasons: First, the changes in this part of a woman’s wardrobe are not either sufficient or material enough to justify extended chronicle. Second,

Christmas Eve In Newport Beach

Christmas Eve In Newport Beach

I know tonight is all about eggnog and family and playing ’90s board games and walking in snow reflected by the dancing colors of twinkly lights, so instead of a long story to read I leave you with this one photo I took at The Wedge earlier today. It reminds

Pizza Cat

Pizza Cat

The rumors are true. The Pizza Cat is real. How do I know, you might ask, skeptical gleam in your eye, that such a creature exists? Have I seen this mystical, mozzarellical thing and lived to tell the tale? Did I run into one, many moons ago, stumbling out from

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