The pump house froze up last night and when we came downstairs all we got from the faucets was a thin trickle of water. I pulled my boots on, picked up a shovel and walked down the lane to where the path cuts across to the pond. The pump house is built into the dirt there, […]
When you walk into a graveyard, there is nobody there. There is no sudden reversal of time, no enlightening consequence of the human mystery unwound by a talking headstone, or a friendly ghost, or a time switch that leaves you snuggled against your grandmother during a raging blizzard. You can’t turn the corner of the […]
I wrote a story once about a young man who works in a tailor shop. He was listening to the radio. His name was Joe Gibson. A pretty girl comes in and he takes her measurements. He presses her breast. He’s aroused and bashful. She doesn’t even seem to notice. The song Melancholy Baby was […]