Thing 28: The Ending
Thursday, March 1st, 2007 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »The ending comes as no surprise. The ending comes a day late and a dollar short. You wish you could change the ending but it's always too late. The ending justifies the meaning, or vice versa. You keep putting off ...
Thing 27: How It Happens
Wednesday, February 28th, 2007 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »How It Happens The fire was momentarily traumatic. All of my belongings up in smoke. All the goldfish boiled alive. All of my photographs and sketchbooks, the letter from the old girlfriend, things I had intended to finish writing but never ...
Thing 26: Bully
Tuesday, February 27th, 2007 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »Bully The kid comes home from school roughed up again, hating the world, hating you for having him, hating the horrible age with all its rough edges and cruel children. There's little you can do to help. There are things you ...
Thing 25: Plenty
Monday, February 26th, 2007 Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment »Plenty This is a book by an author I met once. This is a book by an author with wounded hands who cried too much when you beat him at poker. This is a book by a dead man. This is ...
Thing 24: Sinkhole
Sunday, February 25th, 2007 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »Sinkhole "We discussed all of the scenarios involved in buying the old house and having the baby at the same time before we made the move. We made sure there was no lead paint or asbestos. We got those little plastic ...
Thing 23: His Long Pause
Saturday, February 24th, 2007 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »His Long Pause Because the world is round, it rotates and days accrue. Because days accrue, he begins to feel the weight. He feels the weight because more and more days accrue and he feels that his best days are gone. ...
Thing 22: Love and Capital
Thursday, February 22nd, 2007 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »Switching gears again for the last week of the thing-a-day project. This week I'll be writing very short stories in swift careless drafts. Without further ado: Love and Capital "The truth," she said as she leaned over and whispered into his ear, ...