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

Only the sky exonerates the world . . .

(I crossed the rest out.)

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

Last night (nights are…

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

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

I often don’t understand. I walk through books aware of meaning, the brush of shapes, the breath of a thing gone when I turn….

Can I think of one historical or fictional person who held together a fracturing world?

(Why did I write this? What was I thinking?). Note…

Story idea: 1st person: A writer, egoist failure, an observer, still.

Subject: Narrator writes at a table in a grocery store Starbucks every morning. Everyday,…

About 1:30, right after I eat lunch, I tire and, without energy, sadness threatens to, just threatens to – what? What? Everyday this happens….