Parables

Walking

August 31, 2020 // 0 Comments

  Sometime around the age of twelve or thirteen, I entered a stage of awkwardness so extreme that even the act of walking seemed doubtful. What had been automatic, to [...]

Parable #16: Question

June 21, 2019 // 0 Comments

My pool game was off. I had lost three of the last four matches. Anders said, “Do you think it might be the way you’re relating to the material?” ⁠—Adam [...]

Parable # 13: Callous youth

May 7, 2018 // 0 Comments

I didn’t get along with the art teacher in high school. Once he told the class, An artist needs to go to the studio every day, even if you just sweep the floor. And right [...]

Parable # 12: Encounter

March 26, 2018 // 0 Comments

    I stared at the man opposite me on the A train. His face was strangely familiar and I realized he was having the same reaction to seeing me. We both got up and [...]

Parable #11: Coffee/Tea

February 18, 2018 // 0 Comments

    Our last ride got us to somewhere on the outskirts of NYC, probably the Bronx. The guy who’d picked us up took us into a diner and ordered himself a coffee. I [...]