I think I bit myself in my sleep. When I woke up yesterday I saw a fresh bruise on my forearm, still bleeding dramatically under my skin. It was an oval shape, rather like a bite. To the best of my knowledge, no other human or beast had been in the room with me during the night. If anyone had bitten me, it must have been me. Upon analysis I realized the wound was in […]
Read moreMonth: September 2011
Mr. Charles
You know what my mother said when I was in Delaware? (As you might recall, she is the one who observed, “Even chickens have pecking orders.”) “It is the youth of the evening right now, but come morning, that will no longer be true.” Now you know where I get my brilliance from. Here are some new pics of Emmy, which you’ve seen if you’re on Facebook. First picture: now that she has budding teeth, […]
Read moreGoodnight, Irene
I forgot to post this thing I heard during Hurricane Irene. A reporter was standing knee-deep in the ocean, tilted against the gale, microphone in hand. Man and ocean were blurred to grey in the rain. He said: “It’s a wild morning in the Outer Banks, and we’re not out of the woods yet.”
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