On Scribbling

On Scribbling

On Scribbling That word “beneath” is key, the kind of key you’d turn to wind a music box freed from a long-stuck drawer. Everything beneath notice, beneath categories, unlit, all that is not transcendent but immanent, that structures our habits and desires—all...
The Water Cycle

The Water Cycle

The Water Cycle Past, Present, Future and I are all in the water. I can’t speak for them, but I’m out of breath. In order to write a character, I follow them further than conception— beyond death. This is what I do with my own life, the lives of those I really love. I...
The Kids Are Finally Home

The Kids Are Finally Home

The Kids Are Finally Home Here, I have given life where there wasn’t. Seedlings don’t grow in the dark very long—few things do. What they want are, at the very least, windows, a nice view, and maybe a breeze to muscle the roots. Grant Kittrell June 24, 2016 For the...