When you start working,
everybody is in your studio—
the past,
your friends,
enemies,
the art world,
and above all,
your own ideas—
all are there.
But as you continue . . .
they start leaving,
one by one,
and you are left completely alone.
Then if you're lucky, even you leave.


—John Cage

(Photo: Bob Thomas)

Fiction
Behind him, flashy in red Hong Kong sharkskin, loomed Staretz, Yacovlev, and Rodchenko. The custom suits couldn't contain the bulky bulges that made them all stand so awkwardly.
Chosen by The Iowa Review
Nat Tate was unreal. Hart Crane was real. The story is a fiction on a fiction, the brushy vital verge between fact and dream.
Chosen for this delicious anthology, "A Period of Silence" examines time’s meaning in a marriage.
Winner, STYLE Fiction Prize
The Georgia Review, fall 2009

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