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Mallory and the Red Witch

Thu, 23 Feb 2012, 05:21 PM (-06:00)

1. The Red Witch “Did you try to check in at the kiosk?” she asked when Trudy and her husband stepped up to the counter. She was wearing a read coat with a silky, poofy scarf tied around her neck. She looked straight at the fair and industrious Trudy. No smile. A grim, blank stare […]

Two Stratotankers

Fri, 23 Dec 2011, 12:25 AM (-06:00)

I looked out across the runway and saw five Stratotankers sitting in a row. And a sixth in a hanger. They quietly sat there on the far side of the airfield as commercial planes came and went. As I stood at the window of the terminal, two of the jets began to move. Together they […]

Nothing More

Tue, 20 Dec 2011, 11:04 PM (-06:00)

I look down upon an endless sea of white cloud tops lit by the morning sun chasing away the shadows of night. I look out and see this once, and I start writing. And then twice, and I write some more. And then a third time. After an hour has passed and we begin our […]

Love Field in the Morning

Mon, 19 Dec 2011, 10:56 PM (-06:00)

We drop out of clear blue skies of morning into clouds that looked so soft from 10,000 feet. The airplane jumps and rolls.The water on the lakes is still.The highways are empty. The city sleeps. Flaps extended. We pass over apartment blocks and office parks and the Cotton Bowl. Strip malls along quiet morning streets race […]

Remarkable Sky

Mon, 19 Dec 2011, 10:36 PM (-06:00)

Thousands of feet below the Southwest Airlines 737, there’s an endless blanket of billowing cloud tops. And there’s a thin sliver of pink in the eastern sky. The sun is rising. Day is coming soon. To the west, the full moon is setting, just now coming out of eclipse. I dash from one side of the […]

Longing For Things

Sun, 6 Nov 2011, 08:58 PM (-06:00)

He was sitting in the back of a 737 on the tarmac in Dallas waiting for boarding passengers to find their seats. It was raining. He gazed out the window and looked at the puddles of water under the wing and thought of the parched garden and the suffering trees back home. It had been […]