by Jack Christian | Jun 20, 2015
Outside the apartment building, our groundhog was munching early stalks in the side-yard. He stopped to stare when I pulled into my hard-dirt parking place. He did this in deceit of the trap our landlord Allen had laid to catch him. Yards behind, at the back fence,...
by Jack Christian | Jun 15, 2015
My student loan coupon book was thumbtacked just below my MFA degree. My payment had been due on the 4th, but if received by the 25th would be considered “not late.” This lenience was a small thing, one of a very few, to recommend my loan-holding company. It nearly...
by Jack Christian | Jun 10, 2015
Around Northampton I’d taken to making the Corolla skid on icy side-streets, attempting to demonstrate to Anna how to steer into the skid, attempting to make the car’s antilock braking system utter its warning noise. On un-slick roadways, there was a game of pulling...
by Jack Christian | Jun 5, 2015
Anna was fully dressed and laying on the edge of the bed with a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips within reaching distance. It was four in the afternoon. When I asked how she was doing, she said she was in a “thought coma.” She wanted me to fix it. She said, “Fix...
by Jack Christian | May 31, 2015
Next thing on our to-do list was to hire a wedding planner. So, we drove, in a spraying rain, 30 miles south to Springfield to interview a brand-new one named Rhonda. Her fledlging business was called Calligraphy and Caterpillars, her website featured a lot of pink...