|      I first read Gordon Finch's Song and Dance[1] in the morning of Standard Time, specifically, later in the morning than Daylight Saving Time [2] because of routine, and not my clock. Prolegomeously [3], the story starts off with what, in a direction that you've long been accustomed to, appears inviting if not … Continue reading E.C.C. →

     Anchored by the weights of elbows, his cross-fade begins to diminish, like political lapels stating their beliefs from “Al Gore 2000” worn into a weathered “Gore 20”. If not but for blood vessels on Theo’s face breathing in and out, I might have mistaken him for a marble statue, a figure still beating … Continue reading Written Portrait →