A Short Trip

The German drinks many beers. More than I can. He sits in a booth and I sit in another. He is surrounded by fat Americans. They tell him things about American politics and he listens patiently, with a look in his eyes. He is not here. He is still snowmobiling. But the Americans do not … More A Short Trip

Summer’s Beast

The air is still and wet. The humidity causes my father’s bones to hurt. He stretches after he climbs out of the little tent. It’s just above freezing and frost covers the ground.   My little brother lies in his sleeping bag, sleeping soundly. The cold doesn’t bother him. I’ve been awake off and on … More Summer’s Beast

Tomorrow

At nine o clock AST last night, Hillary had lost Florida. My friend and colleague messaged me an old dialogue we had while I was in Europe. It was us laughing at the prospect of Trump being a viable Republican candidate. I agreed with the experts that the Presidency would be between Hillary Clinton and … More Tomorrow

Home

She was already a single mother, and I was just twenty two when she told me she was pregnant. The feelings were that of disbelief, a vague excitedness, and it felt fake, surreal. I felt like she wasn’t telling me but that I was watching her tell someone else. I felt like this wasn’t real … More Home