July 28/2019

Series of posts (within SC.) with Piglia’s bits of fiction wisdom

Breakthrough on story Kingsway Massage: have the wife ask and then demand…

July 31/2019

I miss F. She wanted me to stay at Grammy’s. She clung to my leg. When I picked her up, she hugged…

July 29/2019

The abatement company I hired left the asbestos tile on the upper floor. How do we trace responsibility? Because of my dad,…

July 27/2019

Does the beginning of a century have more hope?I watched Legends of the Fall for the third time? No, at least the…

July 24 / 2019

I have always been the loser. Therapy gave me sight. I could no longer identify with cinematic heroes. I now saw myself…

July 23/2019

What happens when I narrate my life? (Deja-vu. I’ve asked myself this question before, and on paper, in a journal, beneath a…

July 22 2019

Only the sky exonerates the world . . .

(I crossed the rest out.)

July 17/2019

I’ve sat down to work. The morning has begun. Three hours have passed since I woke, made breakfast, and handled F.

Last night…

July 12 / 2019

I’ve noticed before. I enjoy the short, hard sentences that a pen produces. I have not felt fine. Can I observe this…

June 25/2019

Men: When I see a man smiling and laughing (often with a woman), and I catch his eye, even for a moment,…