Stories

 
 

Rudolph, Wonka, Columbus (2021)

“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose. His peculiar trait was the subject of laughter until Santa Claus saw the potential in the glowing red nose and its well-meaning owner. Were it not for Santa's sober wisdom on the eve of that great adventure, the hubris of the other reindeer may very well have cost them the success of their journey around the globe.”

the final words of a clockwork dreamer (2019)

“In a flash I’ll see glimpses of the sun’s rays thrust down into the earthly sphere in crooked shafts describing the convoluted shapes of mazes; of ivory castles fading into rumor when its subjects stop believing in it; of fossilized melodies sprouting in sheets of new music; of unfinished epics carved upon ancient temple walls that grow new chapters and revise old ones like a tree changing its exotic plumage with the rhythm of seasons…”


billl with three l’s (2018)

“Bill, one could say, is a man who has things figured out. Among the things he has not figured out includes what he's going to do with the hundreds of magnetic tapes onto which he recorded detailed information of every single cell in his body."

the chimney-stack man who once went by “franz” (2019)

“Miserables, degenerates, and hollowed-out faces huddle in cramped quarters for untold hours. Surrounding them is a boxcar, beneath them is the railroad, and framed in the one little window is the old town swept up at the foot of the hill like a pile of broken toys awaiting disposal.”


the garden of iron seeds (2018)

“Hartridge and Oxbow have just worn themselves out from a long argument about what exactly ‘land’ is, finding it not to be such a straightforward idea once they seriously considered the meaning of the word.”


the heart of the painted sea (2018)

“Catching even the slightest glimpse of a triangle, a pyramid, or any other three-sided shape is reason enough to throw suspicious glances over either shoulder and caress the gaping wound in my face that once cradled an eyeball.”

FROM CHESSBOARDS TO POSTCARDS (2018)

“Having spent my whole life in a place as flat Indiana, it is no wonder that I have always been terrified of flying. The artist will find that Midwestern landscapes lend themselves better to pencil and pen drawings than to the swooping strokes of impressionist paintings, for the only features breaking up the monotony of all 180 degrees of the horizon line are the vertical thrusts of 90 degree angles: buildings, telephone poles, trees, and the odd scarecrow occasionally seen standing in the fields on the side of the interstate.”