Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
Don’t ask me for grace. Not because I don’t want you to have it, for I certainly do. But I can’t give it to you.
One New Year’s Eve I was in Big Bear with friends. I was in college and we’d been coming up the mountain for a few
Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll
Once after one of my MFA professors had said the work we were reading was neither good nor original, the student who’d produced the pages