One Dead Day
“What Should we do with the body?”
Nonfiction
Colleagues and Friends
It’s the first time in three months I’ve heard so much English, and between the bull and the barbeque, I can almost mistake it for home.
Unidentified Snack-Mix, Orange and Salty (Last Seen Possibly Becoming The Christ)
There was comfort in all these things, like I was placing my isolated act of snacking in my recliner, alone in a small room, into a framework of collective experience.
The Widowmaker Tried to Kill Me, But Failed Miserably
I didn’t know I’d had a heart attack until the morning after, once the stent was in and I’d had a good night’s sleep flat on my back with a weighted pillow on my upper thigh where the surgeon cut into my femoral artery.