Last Movement

There come moments when a man questions the integrity of his senses for a certain incongruence that cannot be otherwise understood unless the senses are at least momentarily interrogated.  I sit in a restaurant that’s all but empty despite the talented yet evidently humble aged man on the piano—if I had not come across one […]

First Day

Could it be that the writer in creating his characters, imbues them with aspects of himself that he is not even yet aware of?  Perhaps in writing of these unconscious aspects, they are aroused from their slumber to become as pertinent in him to himself as they are in his characters.  Of the nameless man […]