These Small Hours
I am standing on the playground holding a baseball at West Canyon Elementary School. Sara by Jefferson Starship glitters off Rachel’s small pink and white transistor radio. She’s talking to Kim. I like both girls, but I think I like Rachel more because she is tall; has dark hair and green eyes. She kind of […]
I was once a Triathlete. During a season of life spanning nine or so years through my mid-twenties and into my thirties I competed, but mostly I trained. It was the training I adored–races were just the final superfluous act. I put in intricate, meticulous miles through neatly sleeping neighborhoods across Fishers, Indiana, and then […]
In early 2008 I dreamt I met the writer, Richard Price. We sat at a bar holding heavy glasses of whiskey and ice. He looked directly into my eyes and told me about the slippery craft of writing. I listened. *** I attended Ricks College in Rexburg, Idaho, as a freshman in the fall of […]