…Sometimes I Need a Witness

Peo­ple say, “You look younger.” Or, “Have you met some­one?” Or, “If you keep look­ing younger every time I see you it’s gonna get weird in a few years.” I don’t know what to tell them, except that it’s hard not to live a lit­tle more fully when you spend a lot of time with ideas that are beg­ging you to do so. […]

What it looks like when it’s born

It looks like I have a nucleus but not the atoms, and a fully-formed elbow, and a small clus­ter of stars. And I don’t know whether I’m build­ing a boat or a jig­saw puz­zle or a planet-destroying death ray. […]

Smoke in His Eyes

Some­body asked for some fic­tion. This is dusted off from the col­lege days.

I stood at the base of the fire tower on Ren­dezvous Moun­tain, head tilted into the late morn­ing sun, watch­ing Dad climb. Was the sway of the …

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