Looks like it was taken from a very old camera. The film’s grain appears much sharper than grains of sand. The blue in the sky is paler than it should be, blurring the lines between sea and sky. Cameras back…
What shall you do now that your computer and technological devices are broken? You have no camera either, no little thing to prop you up, to focus you. Are you willing to hike, when everyone else has gone home, or…
“Why do you want to go so far away to college,” Mom wanted to know? “We have a perfectly good university right here in Buffalo. Your cousins went to UB,” she continued, “look at Jimmy, he’s now a professor of history in Colorado.” Mom waved her hand as if shooing away a fly. “Massachusetts Institute of Technology—what’s the attraction? No one I mentioned it to has ever heard of that place.” ...
“The Old Ones who gave us these songs and dances said that when we do this, they will come and hear our prayers for help and healing,” Buck Ghost Horse told me years ago, inviting me as he did every…
As sunlight peeks through the humid, foggy morning, I look out the car window to see clumps of fallen trees lying in odd, abandoned piles, across the road. Crippled branches, bent and contorted, reach towards the car like brittle fingers.…
Through dense fog, Sylvia and I ran down the barren street. It must have been four in the morning, yet neither of us showed signs of weariness. From above, we could hear the distant rumbling of thunder. ...
It was a cool, crisp evening. The golden sun was setting over the distant horizon, painting the clouds red. Blood was spurting from the mutilated stump of the chicken’s twitching neck, painting the trees red. Life is a fragile, serious thing, is it not? ...
I am alone. Warm bodies surround me, preventing me from moving around in the cramped, humid subway car. The scents of trash, smoke, and human odor, mix together. I’m trapped in it, unable to get outside my own overworked mind.…