The art of the possible in the ranch-style housecirca the summer before the sick cries of digestive mishaps rang out like the first messageby telegraph: what hath God wrought in his wisdomof making some deaf, and othersawful, intolerably loud; the builder followed the hearing woman’sspecifications so echoes would travel paths between bedroomsand backyard; an addition she... Continue Reading →
Little Death Livestock
The best lie he ever told me was about the bull on his grandfather’s farm, an atypicalcreature all the cousin-childrenplayed with, brushing his hide, nuzzling him between the eyes, treating him like a beast prepared for better pastures but still consentingto human contact, almost like a workinganimal. Of course there was no bull, or farm belonging to his grandfather;he hated his... Continue Reading →
