For my first week or so at Civitella I wrote nothing. Then I wrote furiously—poems, some tinkering with essays. And then, mysteriously, several short pieces of fiction appeared. I’d abandoned work on a book of stories several years before, and now I know I’ll complete...
Two paramedics, a man and a woman wearing green and blue scrubs, toss biscotti to seagulls. They glance out at the open ocean. Behind them, at the old port, their empty ambulance waits. A lone jogger, wearing a sweaty knee brace, runs around the parking lot. He, too,...
AQUARIUM JELLYFISH As so many ears opening, then squeezing shutgreedily on the news of something long expected that, having come, turns out not important,mild companies of effulgent jellyfish swim through the floodlit rays of brilliant cobalt.They gallop singly as...
