Taupō-nui-a-Tia
The lake has many stories. My grandfather used to tell me the ancient ones, some of which are dangerous to forget.
Our Lady of the Freeway
Los Angeles spread across the landscape like an altar cloth.
Trickster and MacCauley
Trickster and MacCauley had sat there for the better part of the morning, on the front steps of MacCauley’s house at the east end of Old Cypress Road where it…
Kookaburra
Jeff stuffs and mounts animals; Australian natives, birds mainly, for sale in his shop in the city.
Anthropology
I went to the birthday party of a friend of a friend.
Wishful Thinking
Mayumi pushed her body forward against the steering wheel and pulled the fabric of her T-shirt away from her sweating back.
Prophecies
“The last eight bars are meant to be pianissimo. There’s no way that was pianissimo. ” “You guys are all pianissimo. I have mezzo piano.