Category: Literature

  • An Affair

    An Affair

    It is as if she knew what he was thinking before he thought it; electrons are fast but not that fast. He checks the timestamps. Her reply is timestamped earlier than his original message by two minutes. The only logical explanation he can think of…

  • The Show Must Go On

    In about eight weeks, I’ll be in a storytelling show, down here in Tacoma. And having signed up for this show, I am now cursed (or blessed) with abundant irony. I am terrified that I don’t know how to tell a story.

  • Before the rhytidectomy

    Before the rhytidectomy

    Assuage their vanity with tools of rhetoric and anything they pay to hear; sacrifice the flesh as a halal butcher hangs carcasses to a commercial god.

  • Sonnet for Abe

    Sonnet for Abe

    My love for you continues to this day. With our photographs and history I stay. Writing stories of our life together keeps me brave: Alive, and feeling better.

  • Bushwick Book Club Seattle watches the Watchmen

    Bushwick Book Club Seattle watches the Watchmen

    One of the marvelous things about the Seattle arts community is its literary heart. Few environments can boast of lit-driven ensembles like Book-It Reparatory Theater and the Bushwick Book Club Seattle. Beginning in 2010, Bushwick members have taken great risk in drawing musical inspiration from…

  • Donny’s Big Break

    Donny’s Big Break

    “Why can’t the world be unfair to me? Why do I always get exactly what I deserve?”

  • Stuck: the Right to Atrophy

    Stuck: the Right to Atrophy

    Is the pursuit of the right to atrophy a dramatically compelling one? This is the question that continues to occur to me as I reflect on playwright Jessica Hatlo’s Stuck, up now at Washington Ensemble Theatre.

  • Elephant Song

    Elephant Song

    On evenings filled with rain the elephants believe my open door leads to a green stretch of forest and trundle through. Each concocts a song or howl of her own— a moan of bassoon, a pitch of piccolos and even agonies of strings to tell…

  • Walk

    Walk

    He left all his sticks. Which he should regret because they are his life’s work, but he needed his hands free to open and close doors and be ready to ward off Antoinette if necessary, which was not necessary, and his hands are not hands…

  • A Dumb Place

    A Dumb Place

    In retrospect, agreeing Mary’s suggestion had not been a particularly bright idea. And she now realized the idea was never hers in the first place. In the past three hours Brenda had gone over the sequence of events and was now fully aware of how…

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