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Confirmation

Confirmation

Jenna would turn out to be the best date I ever had. We stood against the wall in the dining room where the engagement party for my friends, Kelly and Chris, bubbled in full lather. Guests gathered around the table to watch the couple unwrap bawdy gifts amid waves of laughter. Before I met Jenna, I hadn't known anyone at the party – other than Kelly and Chris – but now Jenna stood next to me, watching Kelly work her way through the presents, and I had the sense that Jenna als

From Mr. Hollister

Street Level

Street Level

When you’re close to them, mountains take up, make up, everything you see. And what sky there is, is a measure of the mountain, a reminder that nothing exists apart from undying stone. Mountains are like the tall buildings of New York. They don't scrape the sky as much as they break it. The sky is eternity and mountains consume pretentious infinity. And though people who choose to live among the mountains may not know it in exactly such terms, they live there for that reason.

"1800"

"1800"

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his sh

Sometimes Too Hot the Eye of Heaven Shines

Sometimes Too Hot the Eye of Heaven Shines

Telluride - 1997 She asked me, "Do you know who that was…?" I didn’t know, but I understood who she referred to: a tall man with a greying Van Dyke had been in the store just long enough to ask the clerk if she had a certain book in stock. I stood too far away to hear what he asked for, but while the clerk searched the shelves there had been time to take in the figure waiting at the desk. To my eye he looked as if he had been setting fence posts all day. Dull, rumpled cargo p

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