Nonfiction
HIS OTHER LIFE: Searching for My Father, His First Wife and Tennessee Williams
At night in bed, waiting for sleep to make my mind stop chasing itself, I began praying to Hazel Kramer. Well, not exactly praying. More like bargaining. More like begging. Let me tell your story, I said to her. Let … Continue reading
from AN URBAN VERMONT BEE YARD: Telling the Bees
Talking lips don’t grow cold; babble and jabber. Inside a beehive, a fortune. Abracadabra. What was lost was held inside a tale. The tall stories I told utterly real. from “Scheherazade” by Carol Ann Duffy I Snow fell until … Continue reading
Elegy for Dracula
In the summer he wore madras shorts and a black turtleneck and small, round dark-framed glasses. He was from a different town, went to a different school, and I was intrigued by this tall thin figure half in black. And … Continue reading
Follow the Wind
They found the hiker in the sulfur mine the week before Parker and I arrived. He had been slumped against the wall of the cave, perfectly preserved — clothes intact, hair in place — mummified by the same yellow fumes … Continue reading
Alfred Hitchcock’s Grammar
The sun was shining and it was one hundred degrees, hot, very hot, but I was drinking lots of water and feeling that I could peddle for the rest of the day and into the night. I was on the … Continue reading
The Daytona Seasons
Chunking through channels at two a.m., I hit a dead zone. There’s not even static, just the black glow you see behind your eyelids. I become aware of my dark room, a little station above the night sea. I think … Continue reading