On Troped I wrote...
“So, there you go,” Jason says as he picks the little robot up off the floor; a dome with “eyes” painted on it and three small rubber wheels. The automaton is not much larger than his hand. When…
April 8 2011, 8:00pm
On Troped I wrote...
A red, digital clock reads three o’clock, but the blinds are drawn and the room is dark and gray and quiet. The walls of the room are white and undecorated. Elsa is lying in bed with her back…
March 15 2011, 9:24am
On Troped I wrote...
For two years Jason has not known the name of the little French cafe across Hudson Street from his apartment. And at this point he would rather not know. Names have a way of dominating things, corralling off…
October 26 2008, 1:00pm