Granite Bunny

I licked a church once. It was the Christ Episcopal Church of North Conway, New Hampshire. This happened on an early eveni...

I have eased my way east from New Hampshire to where my life in Maine is usually. I’ve walked into my office for the first time, and now...

In the world as I used to understand it, I would be getting off a plane in Boston tonight after a month of traveling alone in Scotland....

Twelve years ago, I went to Biloxi, because I was at loose ends, because my parents bought my plane ticket, because them sending me was ...

Right now, I’m sitting in a big house on the coast of Maine. The breeze is coming off the water, and when the tide goes out again, I’m p...

“as the brick of the afternoon stores the rose heat of the journey” is the opening line of Gareth Evan’s poem that opens John Berger’s ...

(Image by Jessie Wilcox Smith) A slow wave of vomit and grief has been rising in me as I learn more and more about the despicable and p...