Fortune Teller

Fortune Teller

What did I want from her? I already know one half of life is to build, the other half for wind to dismantle. I know a person’s gait conveys the number of stones in their heart. I know history is being swallowed in the din of the television as the screens grow larger...
The Great Psychiatrist

The Great Psychiatrist

I visited him three times. The first visit we spoke about T. S. Eliot’s play The Cocktail Party and the character he reminded me of, a sort of spiritual psychiatrist: a no-nonsense male authority figure with T. S. Eliot’s world-weary deep rueful skeptical...
Hammer

Hammer

If to a hammer everything’s a nail, Then to a nail everything’s unfixed. To the unfixed the world is storybook, And to storybooks love is to be read. To be read is to be fixed, to be nailed, To be hammered to wall or post or pike, The sign underneath the skull Roosted...
DUZ Does Everything

DUZ Does Everything

To hear her tell it, my mother was a housewife for decades in the 1950s—collecting blue glasses from boxes of laundry soap because life came piecemeal like that. Her husband’s greens slick with bacon fat like he liked them; all her winters down to cubes of ice in his...
We Will Never Forget

We Will Never Forget

What we remember most was never real: there was never a white van but we feared it. Yes, he was shooting, but no van, and it wasn’t white, why did we say otherwise? You had to factor it in, avoid places by the interstate within eyesight of a clump of trees. We had...
Christ’s Entry into Brussels in 1889

Christ’s Entry into Brussels in 1889

When I pick up my 90-year-old father-in-law to drive him to the early service at Galilee Church, where he has gone for the last quarter century, he hobbles out through the two automatic doors of the retirement home on his flimsy wood cane. He has lost weight so his...