Author Archives: bryan

This week I am reading “Small Mercies” from Dennis LeHane. One-hundred-twenty-three pages in, on their first date, as Bobby is walking Carmen to her car… “He glances sideways once, catches her glancing sideways right back at him with a secretive … Continue reading →

This week I am reading “All the Pretty Horses” from Cormac McCarthy. A short ways in Rawlins asks John Grady, “How the hell do they expect a man to ride a horse in this country?” John Grady replies, “They don’t.” … Continue reading →

I lay there dead, mangled, parts crushed, some strewn about in a mish-mash of gristle, blood, and fat now defined by an unbeating heart, an unthinking mind, an undone spirit. So, of course it is no longer of consequence to … Continue reading →

Perhaps we are pedestrian because it helps us to deny that we are afraid, anxious, discouraged, apprehensive, nervous, suspicious, timid, abashed, cowardly, trembling, daunted, disturbed, intimidated, perplexed, rattled, disheartened, timorous, upset, worried, distressed. We work so hard to not be … Continue reading →

Perhaps we are arbitrary because it helps us to deny that we are pedestrian, mundane, ordinary, commonplace, humdrum, plodding, stodgy, unimaginative, mediocre, dull, plain, simple, generic, unremarkable, quotidian, unmemorable, average, everyday, prosaic, ignorant; and lonely. We work so hard to … Continue reading →