wildlife

I’ve been painting animals the last week or two. I don’t know any of them. Most are for the Faulkner book I’m illustrating so you could say they’re imaginary. But they’re real to me. At least for the time it takes the ink to dry. I never met Simone the cat but know she diedContinue reading “wildlife”

The Devil’s Crowbar

K and I ran into each other on a Friday outside the Music Box five weeks ago. We’d both gone to the matinee of Cronenberg’s The Shrouds. I’d clocked her before the movie, sitting a couple rows back from the front row, my customary spot. I didn’t say hello because I thought we weren’t talking.Continue reading “The Devil’s Crowbar”

Night of the Living

I’m taking the bus to the bar. There’s a street festival on so they need a third bartender. I’m sort of dreading it. The money will be good but what I have to do to get it will not. Watching young people do mating dances can be fun but as the decades of watching themContinue reading “Night of the Living”