Timing

A broken clock, a chance encounter, a long-distance relationship: short essays about timing

Driving Upstate with My Father

Butter

I went on absorbing Beth’s hostile digs until a new patient stole her attention from me. Louise had a round face, dark curly hair, and a generous, pear-shaped body. Her…

Flower People

Eugene’s dad got him the job. Eugene didn’t ask how. Explanations were seldom satisfactory anyway. He was sixteen. Maybe he’d get clarity when he was older. {read} What mattered was…

Blues in Black and White

There’s a small but strong subculture of partner dance in New York City, grounded in a love of blues music, the desire to express oneself physically, and the joy of…

Past Futures

billy woods on the Cycles and Patterns of Human History