Quiet now, pay attention

My university is always quiet when people leave and that’s when you notice things. You’ll find broken, empty branches, hiding behind the leaves. Or the discolored rock that has been there for at least five years and will be there for another ten. You’ll notice black paint peeling off the railing because the school only … Continue reading Quiet now, pay attention

Interpreting stories

In English classes everywhere, writers’ works get interpreted. They will even “find symbolism” that writers never meant. It's like they have an itch to find some deeper meaning. I don’t want people interpreting my stories wrong. I’d rather a fan come up to me or email me, asking me about it. I may address some … Continue reading Interpreting stories