Three boys walk up 47th Street, as if they own one side and consider buying the other. They wear jean vests with, “AXEMEN,” embroidered in gold across the shoulders. Below “AXEMEN,” one of the boys has the name “Farmer” and the...
Deep Breathing Under Big Sky Cowboys on horseback still manage to just about stop my heart. It’s always been this way, and I’ve never been free of it. It started early: when I was growing up in South Carolina, my sister and I used to watch old westerns with our...
Dailies It happens at the forty-third second. Forty seconds in, however, my two sons are safe in Vic Morrow’s arms, the helicopter’s whirring blade is exposed and stilled, and I know that when I thumb the PLAY button, the blade will continue spinning above them, its...
Natural Selection The stolen baboon. On the evening news, she’s an irrelevancy—a simian mug shot tucked between National Hairball Awareness Day and an interview with the Boston Strangler’s children. Six hours later, she’s lounging on the sofa in our living room,...
Steve never meant to lose Linda in the forest. It was just that he was so excited to reach the high alpine lake that he ran up the mountain like a billy goat and left her behind. Once he turned to check on her while standing on the trunk of a massive Douglas fir that...
