Between you and me, I think the Vikings are still out there, waiting to rape and pillage again.

We are driving in Arkansas when she tells me she can trace the entire line of British royalty from Alfred the Great to Queen Victoria. “Only to Queen Victoria?” I ask. “It gets boring in modern times,” she attests. “Why would anyone ever know—or need to know—that?” “Don’t be a douche,” she says.  “It is … Continue reading Between you and me, I think the Vikings are still out there, waiting to rape and pillage again.

We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm

We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm. How they had shed their original color and become something altogether more vibrant and violent, whipping back and forth in the sky like so many things we could imagine. We realized the many metaphors and metonyms that happened in our minds were crafting … Continue reading We marveled at the green trees against the canvas of the storm