for Hamlet, My Brother, My Likeness; and for my special friend Oscar A man would certainly have to have a heart of stone, as Oscar had said, not to laugh at the Devil Himself in Hell. The fault of my fate--our fate? What fate? Whose? This fate, socially and politically, of course, is not in … Continue reading The Question? [Short Story]

[A text is one that speaks to us, we have said. A text has something to say and all we have to do is listen. I also imagine that this is naive. This is a kind of passivity in the manner of interpreting? What is it that we hear when we listen to a text; … Continue reading A Short Neck Among Giraffes [A Short-short Story]