One mile out of Chicago O’Hare the plane turned around, grounded, the flight to Los Angeles cancelled due to a burning engine and pounds of ice in the wings. Three degrees Fahrenheit and a column of smoke on the runway. I sit by the gate and watch the fire trucks spray, their flashing red lights… Continue reading Written in an Airport
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Alligator Gar, towards an opening scene . . .
The alligator gar was a magnificent fish. Even in the dark room, it glittered: long, a ribbon of dimes floating in the tank. Empty tank, clear water. Seen from the bed, the gar seemed more like a static picture behind gray glass as if it would never move. And, in truth, Hoki had not seen… Continue reading Alligator Gar, towards an opening scene . . .
The Writing Expedition 