November 1987
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories
A Spell Without Books
Austin is built on a series of criss-crossing fault lines, the intersections of which cause parts of the city to sag into what might be called “seeps” or “sucks” — places where the earth breathes in and out, sometimes seeping and sometimes sucking.
Fiction
Jesus Tales
“You see?” he said. “This is Saint Peter. I am the Lord Jesus.” The halos lasted only a second. Then they were gone.
Fiction
Falling Water
I sense that my preacher friend isn’t playing with a full deck. I suspect he views certain people as angels and remembers them as colors.