After the rain

After the rain, the air in the house smells like death. Ok, maybe decay. The carcasses of mice and birds rot inside the walls, poisoned by long ago tenants, or asbestos covered wires or glass filled insulation. The walls themselves, two hundred year old bricks - clay and mud, moldering away, crumbling, becoming what they were before they … Continue reading After the rain


How did the homeless woman get into the locker room in the first place? Why is the fact that the police officer was Kind and Patient so important? I don't know the whole story. I was a minor player, a walk-on, an un-credited character in a non-speaking role.  The camera only caught my entrance, my eyes … Continue reading Unresolved