Her name was Claudia. She was six years old and had straight, copper hair. This story could be true. It could be, if my memory was good enough. But I dont trust it. Not the story, or my memory.
I can manage to recall when it all began, but I no longer have a clear conviction that we were doing something worthwhile.
This morning, I ran into you in the park. Your knack for smiling in spite of everything, for regretting nothing, infuriates me.
One thing remains constant. I have cerebral palsy. I tell people that I was born with it but that isnt exactly accurate.
Today is an anti-fracking rally at the state capitol. I am trying to think of just the right sign to make as if the language could save us.
T. Motley is the author of The Road to Golgonooza, a fake jam comic.
A blazing fire burned in the hearth and a lamp placed on the dresser cast a bright light throughout the apartment. Rodolphes bed, surrounded by thick curtains of green damask, remained in darkness.