the Nixionary

I got up and looked for snow, like I have on all Christmas mornings in Colorado.  But it was warm and there was just my Nebraskan neighbor getting dragged by his 100-pound Weimeraner across the sunny sidewalk.  The presents had to wait for people still sleeping, so I read a thin little book called Pleasure [...]

Ashley opted to stay in the car on account of creepiness, but Kate and I had a mission to take our old firepit from the abandoned front porch.  She put the small key in its matching port under a sign that said LOCKS WILL BE CHANGED in big red letters, and we pushed open a [...]

It’s so cold here I keep waking up with my knees against my chest. The sewers look like they have something to prove.
When I was in high school, my dad cut a piece of rubber to the size of my windshield so I wouldn’t have to scrape the windows on cold mornings.  That was when [...]

Change is afoot. I can feel it in my scattered friends, who are mostly in school. New ideas create new conditions. I keep searching for flights to places I’ve already been like I haven’t quite learned enough from them. Last night, we were pulling random objects out of a brown paper [...]

“After all, what is a lovely phrase? One that has mopped up as much Truth as it can hold.” -Virginia Woolf
On doubt, my friend Sara writes to me this morning, from her storm-enclosed cabin in Kodiak: all we can do is capture what we can right. Her husband is trapped in Larson Bay for days, [...]