Which his father did when the balloon string slipped from his fingers. Which was weird. His father had never held his hand in public before. Years later he wondered if his father wanted to keep him that day from floating off, too. At the time, though, they stood...
Photo by Petr Kovalenkov / Shutterstock.com Heads entwined, you read Duras’ The Lover while I peered over at the orange-eating, dowdy woman clutching her pearls across from us. Is she still looking at us?, you whispered out the side of your mouth. I nodded, gurning at...
Photo by Wangkun Jia / Shutterstock.com the same way the curvaceous tan can-can leg narrowing to a stiletto-ish tip in Magritte’s painting is not a pipe, especially when you look at it sideways, but mostly because, despite its trick of highlights, it lacks a dimension...
Photo by DrStew82, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons The stars swirled and kaleidoscopically multiplied over the field as we ducked down into our tent, an action that felt as effortful and mysterious as spelunking in an Icelandic cave. The tent’s inside was warmer...
Photo by CineCam / Shutterstock.com (May 21st) “The human mind is an active originator of experience rather than just a passive recipient of perception.” -Immanuel Kant 1st StationThis begins and ends with one vision: a girl, maybe 16 or 17, sitting in a chair, a...
“US Route 1 – Massachusetts” by Doug Kerr is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0 Route 1 swarmed by THE CABARET’S orange birds. Cars stopped for cops watching a shirtless man fail to walk a line, white belly mooning above his belt; his face a tiny bit gold....
