Looking back on it now, I think the event that inspired me the most was my crucifixion. From an early age, I was taught to comport myself modestly; after all, I come from humble origins, despite being the son of God. And yes, it’s true I was reared in a manger, although I prefer to think of it as a… Read more →
were summer help. Temps. Red hats. High school heroes bound for college. They trained us to pull and stack lumber. 2×4’s and 2×6’s from the green chain. Rough cut. Heavy. Tools of our trade were rigid leather gloves and Beechnut tobacco. Payday Fridays we snuck into King’s and drank draft beer, playing darts with men twice our age. Danced with… Read more →
The only time I visited Times Square a stranger with a limp brushed my arm and I can best describe the touch as sideways—a disorienting touch that vibrated like a distant gunshot—and it revealed one thing about the world: molecules collide, then move on.
The moment you become a cartoon fox, you feel a warm fluidity to your bones. You look down at yourself and discover you are wearing a scarlet vest and orange pantaloons, bouncing through some neon green field. You think, “I’ve never looked good in red,” and the thought itself appears above you in a puffy cloud. You are dimly aware… Read more →