Greetings, My Sprout
Nov 14th
Paul and I, we’ve been hunting for the ice-bellied domino warbler near and around-abouts Cape Spartel, you know, Tangiers, my dear. Progress has been incremental as we have tracked a small flock using Mr. Z’s patented warb-whistler. Yes, Florence, remember that odd piece of haberdashery we plucked from the Morrocan marketplace in those steamiest of [...]
Not the Man
Jun 11th
When did being a white man become a crime against humanity?
I sifted through the remains of the decimated Sunday paper. The headlines were mostly negative, as expected. There seemed to be a common theme uniting them, though: Man-hating was hot. For some reason, pundits couldn’t understand that I find Hillary Clinton disingenuous; apparently the fact [...]
Concierge
Feb 8th
Three hundred and sixty degrees of darkness. The clopping of my heels against stone steps. I’m a corkscrew headed down.
We are getting warmer from late Fall to mid Spring. The first drop of sweat leaves my forehead and the loss overcomes me. I feel it all so strongly here without even a shadow to [...]
