So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, closing lines of The Great Gatsby
Amazing things appear when you are so close to the earth.
Cymbal and Red Ball
The mystery of my infant brother’s quiet world.
They’re loud, they’re disgusting, they attack without provocation. Who needs cows, anyway?
Confessions of an Honest Liar
When the current flows toward untruths, it’s hard to swim the other way.
My Weightless Anchor
Diving back into poetry.
Why (pant pant) the hell (pant pant) did I take up running?!
The little things we cling to as the world around us shifts.
Searching for a girl’s fate — in the darkness, amid the Mozambican floodwaters.