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 […]
I notice the cleaners. Doesn’t matter where. They pass by pushing utility carts. They are quiet, stoic, aware, and usually all too kind. They are focused, nonplussed. They spend their days invisible. No one wants their job. The work they do is hard, unpleasant. There is no pretense with a cleaner, just understated nobility. I […]