It was only the story I needed. To know that somebody else out there had done a thing, which meant that surely, with enough practice, I could do it too. Continue reading It was only the story I needed

The sea is large, deep, unknown… Continue reading Underneath

Does a seven-year-old have enough sense not to sew his finger? Does it even matter, whether he has enough sense… Continue reading Sewing machine

He peeled the reddy-pink and yellow skins off in long spirals that dropped heavily onto the counter. Juicy, foamy, crispy white flesh beneath was marbled through with pink, and I sliced them in half and scooped out the cores… Continue reading Stained pink insides

We were single, at twenty-nine and thirty-one, each burdened only by a dangerous idea or two about our own strengths and weakness. Pretending to be spring chickens with soft shiny new feathers well preened… Continue reading Spring chicken

I lay on my back on the narrow teak deck, curving my body slightly with the line of the gunnel. The mast and rigging, a geometry in spidery black lines, penetrated the blue black sky… Continue reading Moonless

If you could not haul yourself up those 8′ of rough prickly plastic and knots, inchworming your body knot by knot, you were doomed before you even began, the realm above was closed to you… Continue reading High

Where does driftwood come from? Continue reading Driftwood

Like an old garden hose… Continue reading Garden hose

For the first time my eyes actually saw the abandoned wrecks in people’s front yards, the unruliness of the forest… Continue reading New eyes