I felt warped out, brain-blasted. At one point I looked down, and my hands became my father's hands.
Soul Driver
Missing but in the Margins; Even for a Poem; In the Time of Upside Down; An Accompaniment to Last Evenings
The hand that touched the paper That moved the ink with inner light.
Where We Come From
Based on "Where We Come From", the first Oscar Cásares novel that I have read, this writer is a master of understated highlights. His discipline, his control of what happens on the page, is formidable.
Atlanta Evening – Editor’s Pick
These days, he waited before he interrupted. And he interrupted only when he was about to burst: No way his daughter was enlisting. Nor was she going to Afghanistan, or Syria, or wherever, he added, wiping his fingers on his pants. Given his Vietnam frolic, what was she thinking?
Stephen Massimilla’s When We Fell In Love
I have long loved stories, literature, philosophy and the search for meaning they entail, and have long considered thinking and writing almost one in the same.
Leaving the Long Weekend; Pale Grasp of Mist; Time-Space Share; Equatorial Illusions
Wish I could turn myself into these fata morganas, handfuls of sensations that sway me under down pours only dimly understood.