In God's house the angels speak with their eyes, never their mouths. They found me in the yard and right away their fleshy, useless, flapping tongues were gently chiding me and asking me why I made such a mess. None of that was real speech, just routine: press one (1) for polite curiosity, press two (2) sympathy, press three (3) to speak to an ( Read more... )

I used to fly everywhere, single serving trays of food and single serving friends. That's where I met Tyler. But now...now there are no more planes for me. Not after I went to see God and his Valley of the Dolls playset. We got off the bus and the heat hit me, so dry, like sticking your hand in a gas-oven. Tyler laughs at this comparison, "You ( Read more... )

I want to plan for the future. I want to be more confident. I need a good sofa. When you buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled.

Which one? The beige Tylosand or the ( Read more... )

You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?