Road-trip Calamities: A History

Here, for your amusement: a brief history of my calamities. I write to you now from a small-town midwestern Econo Lodge, perhaps the most American of places to be on a patriotic holiday weekend. The sum total of what I know about this town so far is this: car repair places are currently closed till [...]

Christ in the wool shop

Tuesday morning, I woke up to oppressive drizzle, both within and without. I got the preliminary UMC news Monday evening. Most of those around me say they inwardly knew that the United Methodist special conference on LGBTQ+ inclusion would end in a reaffirmation of the so-called traditionalist plan, but now with penalties for ordination boards [...]

Rebellion

I began drawing nudes as a way to make sense of bodies. Of my body. This has never been comfortable. Every exploration of a figure, every rough sketch, every erasing of a line to correct an angle, every moment of satisfaction in getting a shadow right has felt a little like the awkward fumbling of [...]

Give us this day

It’s late morning late-June, and the house is quiet except for the rushing of traffic on I-10 which never seems to stop. Against its white noise, I hear the unfamiliar voice of the white-winged dove roosting on the back fence of our Fowler Street house. I watch her with mild curiosity through the kitchen window [...]

Beulah

It’s early October two years ago. The handwriting on the envelope is becoming more familiar now, but the return address is new. He has just moved across the country to Beulah Street. We’ve been writing letters for a few months, pretty innocently we think, just two Facebook acquaintances from a former season of life together [...]