In September, I get nostalgic for school supplies. Speckled composition notebooks. Books with uncracked spines. Even fresh glue sticks. Not that I want to go back to dodgeball in the cafeteria or multiple choice tests or geometry, you understand, but I miss that spark of potential in the air, the one that smells a little … Continue reading Classic September Reads
I’ve loved Madeleine L’Engle’s Wrinkle in Time and the other four books in the series ever since I stepped into Meg Murray’s world decades ago (though A Swiftly Tilting Planet has always been my favorite; Many Waters, not so much). A few weeks ago at the library, I picked up another YA book by L’Engle, … Continue reading On Kything
My Favorite Reads of 2021
Top Six in Fiction (in no particular order): 1. Middlemarch by George Eliot 2. Aunt Sass: Christmas Stories by P. L. Travers 3. The Midnight Library by Matt Haig . . .
“The Neighbors”: A Short Story for Epiphany
Agatha Milstrom sat on her front porch in a white metal folding chair, gripping her fresh-lettered sign and waiting for a car, or better yet, a pedestrian. But here on the slap edge of town where houses and cars were scarce, the only person in sight was Gladys Pollyweather, down on her knees in her garden, packing her azaleas for frost. A waste of time if Agatha had ever seen one in a world fixing to burn any minute. She’d have waved her new sign at Gladys, Everything Is Bound for Fire, but her neighbor would just take that as an invitation to come over and talk about nothing till the sun went down. Gladys never knew when enough was enough . . .
“Selections from the Phone Book”: A Short Story for Christmas
Abner is shuffling out to the front porch of his brick mid-century where a row of hanging spider ferns continue to petrify. He notices them just twice a year, on December 24th when he strings bubble lights across them and again on January 2nd when he takes the lights down. By then he’s too tired to do anything about the plants, and the next day he’s forgotten again. The bubble lights are on every hazard list known to man, but Abner doesn’t care. He likes a little risk in life . . .
A Poem for the Aggressive Merchandising Season
Visualize home/ says the slick cover/ paisley's back in, contrast pillows to hold things together . . .