I’d received my acceptance letter in the mail, it was from my college of choice. That evening I decided to take a walk out on the beach. The beach is close no matter where you live in San Diego, but so is the military base. The draft numbers had been issued today. In order to celebrate properly I bought a fifth of Bushmills. The man behind the counter asked me when I was shipping out. I couldn’t help myself, I grinned. I said I’m not going to fight, that’s what this whisky is for. The man’s face was grim, and ...
“Each of us, helplessly and forever, contains the other.” ~James Baldwin Click to read — The Book of Echoes
Epilogue: Well, the final show went off well. I’ve come to a few conclusions about live performance. First, that they are exciting. Second, that I think I prefer the atemporality of written fiction to the actual stage. When your work is going on on a stage, anything can go wrong. Someone’s phone rings, someone forgets a line, and the show may suffer. Written work, if read under unfavorable circumstances, may be reread, given a second chance. I like that, I think. I don’t know how or why, but Sould has popped up in a few papers around Fresno. The Bee ...