I needed an invoice to get paid while I was gone from work. I asked James and Lisa to coordinate. When I came back, a copy of the invoice was on my desk, indicating “paid.” I contacted the vendor just… Read More ›
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Postcard from Metz
The kids have gone through the advent calendars and left the empties on the floor. Laurent is cooking a chapon for Christmas, which he translates as a castrated cock, good and greasy. Eight kids aged 4-11, seven of them girls,… Read More ›
Hook
The hook is a hold in the rock where I first put my foot when I want to climb.
Care
Whatever pain it is that can only be expressed by killing Grows like a spore, travels by the winds to all reaches of the world. These infections flare up, heal over, get forgotten, recur. The cure is not to contain… Read More ›
A picture in every direction
Up the uneven stone steps, above the valley The sound of the train approaches, then slows The brakes squeal on the tracks, then release: It’s the sound of a sabre that cleaves the valley, the sound of ancient times and… Read More ›
The Chair of Forgetfulness
It is a small world on the Internet. The Web expands and contracts, and as it moves, we are all connected to it. Dawn calls it The Chair of Forgetfulness because when she sits down to look into it, time… Read More ›
Lost in the Funhouse
We took the kids to the Hofmeister in Bietigheim, for the drop-off play area. You sign the kids in, they give you a pager, and then you just leave them there while you shop. I was trying to remember the… Read More ›
The Disappearing Eyes
Henry and Eve told us about a castle out in the country off Keim Road, and we were convinced there was something bad happening there. Henry interviewed the owner and filmed it: two elderly men lived there, descendants of a… Read More ›
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