The puppeteer darted in and had his black cloth strung waist-high, pole to pole across the Métro car, before the doors even closed. We were standing to the front of the carriage but a bit behind him and could see only his right side, where a...
As a bookish child in the Pennsylvania suburbs, I won the school spelling bee without quite meaning to, startled and delighted to hear an adult with a microphone intoning aloud words I’d only read in books—it’s mis-led, not mizzled?—as...
Like the pirates and revolutionaries of legend, heads spiked atop the great bridge spanning the great city, I am now a head without a body. Maybe the body ran away while I was sleeping, slamming headless into walls and doors. Maybe my body...
