• CHILLA RANCH
    The last mile was all dust and gold. The sedan dropped into second without anyone asking it to—the transmission knew this road the way a dog knows the path to the barn. Gravel popped under the tires like small bones deciding to be kind. On the right, a pond held the whole sky and refused to blink. On the left, black cattle stood in their own shadows and watched the car the way furniture...
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  • The Second Glance: A Fairy Tale for Grown-Ups
    Once, Under False Suns Once upon a time, though not in a kingdom with a gate and a banner, there was a man who was not a prince. That was his good fortune. Princes are written by other people. He had begun, at last, to write himself. He was forty-something. Not the bright edge of youth, not the long dusk either. The age where a man can remember the person he used to impersonate and feel a...
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