A portfolio of work
When the first explorers discovered the glacier covered archipelago about 1,000 miles above Norway called Svalbard, the land probably appeared slowly from the grey arctic backdrop, imposing mountains silhouetted like a Lovecraftian alien planet. For me, Svalbard came suddenly into view from an ever-lightening night sky as my plane traveled further North. The dark of … Continue reading A Land of Geology: Part 1
The day I received my Hermes Rocket in the mail, I opened it in the five minutes I had before my Medieval Romance class was due to begin. My professor, a lovely woman in her mid 60s with a German Shepard named Bodo constantly in tow, recognized the brand immediately, and then promptly corrected my … Continue reading Bartleby’s Machines: Hermes Rocket/ Hermes Baby Typewriter Review
Your letter in the mail is the overdone romantic comedy played repeatedly on the Betamax player of my brain. I keep rewinding and repeating the moments, until the wow and flutter distort the memory of when I first pulled apart the glued security seal. In manufactured magnetic static, what you wrote would be the opposite … Continue reading Betamax
My father Robert grew up in Shaker Heights outside of Cleveland Ohio. I have been to the house where he grew up numerous times to vast my grandparents, his mother, and his step father Terry. The house itself is three stories tall, with old lighting and bathroom fixtures from the 1930’s. The driveway. Which leads … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 8: Robert
I think my friend James was born in the wrong time in history. He and his violin were made for the palaces of the Habsburgs as they stood before the Great War. He was meant for the world described by Winston Churchill in the opening passages of his book. “The World Crisis”, when he wrote, … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 7: James
On a Spring afternoon during my final year of college, I was approached by a young man while I waited for a crosswalk signal to turn. He had a passage from one of the gospels marked out with a bit of string that a loop tied at one end for his thumb as a bookmark. … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 6: Her
The dirt driveway that leads up the hill to Lizzie’s house is marked by an enamel sign that reads “Lucky Pines”. I remember the first time ever seeing it. It was the first time I’d stopped by to drive Lizzie to school early one fall morning in our senior year of high school. It’s … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 5: Lizzie
