The house sat empty at the top of the hill. Its security lights were a beacon in the night, like a lighthouse alone in the mist, warning ships away from the kiss of sharp shores. The closest neighbor was further away than a man could...

I left the university campus behind to do fieldwork in the Deep South. I was studying folk songs from southern states that had neither a time or place of origin nor a known composer. Those old songs that just seem to rise out of cultural...

Part 1 β€œSo I’m in the cosmetics aisle, right? And I’m standing there reading this bottle of lotion. β€˜Not tested on animals,’ it says. And I’m thinking: Really? Like, who the hell is rubbing lotion on animals? Anyone?” A modest amount of laughter from the audience. About...

Nobody believes in vampires.Β  They’re just myths. Old folktales that have been bastardized by cinema, pulp horror and cheap romance.Β  Done to death until they’re nothing but a clichΓ©.Β  Only children are afraid of them, which is a far cry from the fear they once...

Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts. But the cold wasn’t what gave Jack his nightly jittersβ€”not by a long shot. The...

β€œIt’s creepy,” Dan balked. β€œIt’s cute,” Julia countered. β€œBesides, it’s fun. I mean, geez Scrooge, where’s your Christmas spirit?” Dan picked up the doll and turned it over in his hands. It was the prototypical Christmas elf as imagined by Hollywood in a red onesie, Santa...

I missed the scorching wind of Andalusia. How it pours sunlight onto your face, toying with eyelashes, flattening dry sand against cheeks and milling around hair. I missed the smell of the valley and that ripening softness of Muscat fluff glistening in the afternoon breeze. From...

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